Will Smith isn't the only teenager from the big city coming to Bel Air. Just a year and a half before a girl came, Giovanna Brown, a headline worthy name. She came up from rags to riches in under 24 hours and headlined in just that amount of time to...
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This chapter is about the Beginning and end of Spencer and Giovanna's relationship. Just to give a little background before the story starts from the first episode.
I'm rich but I'm ridin' and I'm low on exotic
I'm 'bout to fly out and go get me some
Nothin' ain't seen, all this money on me
Hunnid racks in the bag, that's a honey bun
Pulling up to Bel Air academy was way different from back when I lived in East Cleveland. I went to Shaw high school, home of the beloved cardinals. Plus I'm riding in the car my Pops made just for me, a modded 69' Daytona. I used to have to walk to school everyday and have to worry about the people that roam the streets.
Everyone's eyes seem to lock onto me as I park in a free space next to two BMWs. I can't blame them though, I'm coming to the school around the beginning of the basketball season. Dre's telling me to try out so I just might do that.
I shut off the car and step out of it, straighten the stupid skirt I have to wear. Two chains hang on my right hip and a black hat lays on my braids. Thick white letters read out "The land" with "Cleveland" just below it.
Grabbing my bag I hoist it onto one shoulder then slip on my beats. The music takes me away from reality as I walk up to the rich looking school. A lot of people stare at me but I just give them a mean mug. All it took was a tap on my shoulder to pull me back into reality. I glance over my shoulder to see a good looking dark skinned boy.
"You new?"
He smiles at me largely showing off the dimples making his face even more attractive. His chocolate eyes become just brown as his eyes shut slightly under his long eyelashes. I look him up and down slightly to see him dressed in the Bel Air uniform with a silver chain hanging from his neck and just like me instead of the white button up we each have just a black shirt.
"Yeah, guess I can't hide."
"Not when you don't look like these bougie kids, I'm new here too." He pauses and scratches the back of his neck. "I've actually been here since the beginning of the year. How bought I show you around?"
"Cool, where you from?" I ask him as we both start to walk through the open campus of the school.
"Crenshaw, I'm here due to football. Ya'know gotta show out and show them how it's all done. Why you here?" He swings his arms out slightly as he talks and I laugh lightly at him.
"For a better life, I guess? I'm from East Cleveland and everything has been going real fast these past few days. But here I am, in this rich ass school full of privileged kids."
