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Azula was right.
The club was goin’ up. On a Tuesday. Got my girl in the cut and she’s choosy. The squad’s going up, and where was I? My sister somehow managed me to book me a flight to Mars that I couldn’t refuse. I’ve always wanted to see space rocks, how could I pass that up??? She got me good!
I started crying.
The world was going to be on a song, PARTY and The Weeknd.
I was already on the spaceship when the squad was going up. On a Tuesday. Got no flameo time to party on the weekend. Sometimes, I just get so jealous. Azula just has so much SWAG all the time! I realized I did give the greatest speech I could ever regret. Maybe it wasn’t Azula who was jealous, it was me. I was so extra.
This was impossible! Drake’s words never backfired on me. Devastated, I flipped my phone open and dialed Aubrey’s number.
It rang twice, and he didn’t respond. Drake NEVER allowed the phone to ring twice. He always said it ruined his aesthetic.
Then I realized I was in space and there was no way I could contact Drake this Tuesday. Or any day either. Wait a second, how was I supposed to go back home? I wouldn’t be able to talk to him for over twenty four hours! I’ve never done that before! What the flameo!
Azula planned this.
I cried some more until I landed in Mars.