Different [Different Series #1]

[1] Quick To Judge

Kiarah

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"If you honestly think that i'm going to just start my life brand new again, then you've got me mistaken." I told my mom angrily as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. It was happening again, my dad was moving which meant we had to jump in his little wagon and move too. I swear I can never live in a place for longer than a year without my dad having to move. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the money that my dad's bringing in, but sometimes you just get tired of it.

"I don't know who you think you're talking to Kiarah, but this isn't a discussion. We're moving, and that's final. Now go be a good girl and pack it up." My mom said ending the conversation and walking out. What was I going to tell my best friend Laysha? My boyfriend? Sorry, but i'm moving, and we have to end this right now? Yeah, that sounds right. Its not like I haven't made the speech before.

Sighing I grabbed my things and threw them in the boxs, not caring if they got messed up or not. My life was being changed yet again and it was starting to be a daily thing. Flopping on my bed, I let the tears go as I cried myself to sleep.

~*~

"Wake up." I heard my moms voice penetrate my dreams. Groaning, I got up and looked around. My room was bare, and the only thing on the floor was a rug. It was amazing how fast we could pack things up. We were getting faster and faster every time.

I dragged myself out of bed and looked into my bathroom mirror. Looking at my hair and my face, I knew it was a struggle. I laughed at my own joke and grabbed some army camouflage pants out of one of my boxes. I grabbed a half shirt that said army ready and a black underwear set to match. Throwing myself in the shower, I got ready for one of my infamous moves.

"You look pretty." My dad said as I walked down the stairs wearing my camo glasses and Nike combat boots. I smiled half-heartily as I grabbed some frosted flakes out of the cabinet and a bowl. Laysha and Jayvon, my boyfriend, were going to be here any minute and I knew I was going to have to break it to them. As if on clue, I heard Lay lay's famous southern accent yelling my name, and I footsteps behind her.

"Hey lay." I said, trying to sound happy but I knew I was failing big time. I just couldn't find it in myself to be happy.

"What's wrong?" She asked noticing my sadness right away. I knew it would be her that would ask. Jayvon just stood there nervously playing with his fingers like he had something to say. Well, that makes the two of us, but i'd rather hear his first.

"Do you have something to say Jay?" I asked staring at him weirdly. Usually, he was never this quiet. He always had something to say, even if it didn't make sense.

"Yeah, i-i'm breaking up with you." And even though I knew this was going to happen one way or another, I couldn't grasp my mind around the reason why he was the one to do it. Was it possible that someone actually told him? Who else knew? "I've fallen for Lay." he muttered answering all questions in my head. Word B? That's how he felt? This time, it was Lays turn to gasp. She looked at him shacking her head before returning her attention to me, fully dismissing his presence.

"Whatever B, if that's how you feel." I said more hurt than mad. "It was bound to happen anyway, since i'm moving."

"You're what?" Lay said.

"You heard me, moving again."

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We finally pulled up to the new place we were living at and I could tell I wasn't going to like it here. It was your normal ghetto, hoes walking down the street with half clothes on, wanna-be 'gangstas' walking around like they owned the place. We had the nicest looking house on the street, except the one right next to ours, and that, was one thing I was proud of.

Stepping out of the car, I looked around, taking in my new temporary place.

"Mom, i'm going to the store." I said looking in the direction of the corner store I saw before I got here. My mom nodded her head and I got to walking. It was hard not falling because the sidewalk was cracked, but I managed to make it to the end of the street.

"Damn ma, look what you have in those pants." A hella fine dude said as I turned the corner and walked up to the store. The way he talked was a turn off and I knew he was one of those hood-types. You know, the ones who got all the hoes and then some?

"What I got in these jeans are none of your concern." I said as I stopped, winked at him, and started to walk away.

"Oh, so you one of them preppy type." He said dismissing me. I know I judged him, but he had no right to judge me out loud.

"And you must be the drug dealer type. Hunh? Get all the hoes you want? Don't judge a book by its cover baby, you don't know the value of the pages inside."

"Whatever ma, hoe ass." What the hell? This nigga must really want to be slapped.

"Faggot." I said smirking and walking off. I was so done with this negro, he just erked me. So why couldn't I get him off of my mind?

Mykal

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That hoe must have lost her damn mind. Calling me a faggot when I barely even know her. She's cute, with hazel eyes and a bone ass body, but that attitude of hers was enough to turn a nigga off.

Storming away I saw the new family moving into the house right next to mine. I wonder if there was going to be some bone ass chick living there. I was tired of the same ass hoes that lived here.

"Yo My!" My niggah Cameron said as I walked down the street.

"Yeah niggah?" I said focusing more on the girl who pissed me off more than anything. Why was I still thinking about her?

"You see the new girl who lives here man? She is sexy, no doubt." He said sounding thirsty as hell, as usual.

"Nahh man." I said looking at the house again.

"There she go." He said pointing to a girl walking up the street. I knew exactly who that was. Bitch ass was moving next door. Hegs nah...

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