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One round ticket from L.A. to Philadelphia. The other boys resided in down here but I was ready to go home. It was December 22nd , only having a couple days to enjoy the holidays and my seventeenth birthday. I sat in my window seat and let the melody of "Don't Judge Me" put me to sleep.

"Excuse me sir, you've arrived", the polite flight attendant said to me. I collected my small and only LV carry on suitcase because I was going to go shopping anyways. In the semi crowded airport I saw my mother Wanda."Hey Craig how are you ?" "I'm doing well". I replied as we gave each other a much needed embrace. "Where's dad"? I questioned because we were close and he always took me to the studio to keep me grounded. Yes, even though I should be on break, music is in me. "Oh you know how he loves to go golfing with his buddies" "Yeah" was all I said.

#Later That Night

The music was blasting , the smoke was like music to my nose, and speaking of music it was making me feel bold. Definitely a good vibe for me. I had on my crisp black Timbs ,faded grey distressed jeans, with a black and light blue Nike tank top. I couldn't forget about my signature beanie and shades. I walked down here since it was about a mile away. Cutting through the back yard and knocking on the wooden fence was the code to let me in. It was Breahna, my ex from when I found out I was flying to California to live out my dreams. "Hey Prodbear"! she exclaimed . I picked her up and twirled her around causing her green flowy dress to show her blue panties. I gently let her go."How have you been"? I asked suavly. "Oh great, I'm taking nursing intern classes to become a nurse." "That's really great, I'm so proud of you". Back before when we were dating, we sometimes went to the children's hospital to help out. She guided me to the party where everyone's eyes glanced at me then left. "AYYYYE MY MAN PROD" Terrance slurred out with a red SOLO cup in his hand with this chick with a lip pericing under his arm. I dabbed his fist. "What up T, I see you still the same getting hammered every weekend" I joked. He gave me a mean smirk.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 27, 2013 ⏰

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