Mini Diggy Stories

High School

High School

He said he came from Jamaica, He owned a couple acres, A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers, Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers, But he was gettin’ money with the movers and the shakers, He was mixed with a couple things, Ball like a couple rings, Bricks in the condo, And grams to sing-sing, Left arm, baby mother tatted5-year bid up, North on they ratted, Anyway, I felt him, helped him, Put him on lock, Seatbelt him…. – Nicki Minaj

My name is Alissa; I’m 5’5, black curly hair, chocolate brown skin, and caramel skin. My dad is white and my mother is black. I’m a senior at Grady High School in Atlanta, GA. I’m captain of the cheerleading squad, president of the student council, and I’m an A’s student. I guess you can say I’m popular, but I let say I’m better known then another students. I rolled over in my bed and turned off my alarm clock. I got up to get ready for another day of hell, don’t get me wrong I love school, but it can be very stressful. As I was getting ready dressed, I notice that my boyfriend Trey was calling me. I simply pressed the ignore button on my iPhone. Trey and I have been dating on and off for the last year and a half. There are days Trey are sweet and nurturing, then theirs number one all-star athlete basketball player Trey, who’s a complete asshole to everyone. Who hits on another girl, right in front of their girlfriend? An asshole, that’s who. Right now Trey is trying to show some type of redemption, but to be honest, I’m not even in love with Trey anymore. I walked down to the kitchen, seeing my mother cooking. I grabbed me an apple and walked out the front door. My mother followed me out the front door saying “You’re not going to say Good Morning or even a hello mother?” I laugh silently at my mother side comment and replied “More like good bye mother.” See me and my mother never really got along, some people say it’s because we’re too much alike. I guess you can say I’m more of a daddy girl. I kept walking to my new black Porsche truck; well it was actually the 08’ version, but it was new to me. I prefer the 08’ version anyway; the new ones looked very…ugly. On my way to school, I stopped at a stop light. I turned around to see the most handsome man alive next to me in a black Mercedes Benz. He had caramel skin, chocolate brown eyes, curly hair, and wore some nerdy glasses. He had to be the sexiest nerd alive.  I heard horns blowing behind me, I turn and looked at the light that once held red, was now green.

- 10 minutes later -

I pulled into the school parking lot and got out of my truck. Trey’s been calling me nonstop since this morning.  If I didn’t answer the first 10 times, what makes you think I’m answer you now? I heard someone screaming my name across the parking lot. I didn’t have to turn around to look to see that it was best friend Chyna. I stopped walking and waited for to catch up with me.

Chyna: Alissa, girl let me tell you about little Ms. Rachel…

Ughhh...I’m so tired of hearing about that girl. Rachel is the school slut, who sleeps with any and everybody boyfriend. I know that she slept Trey while we were together. Was it wrong that I silently praying that girl catch a disease one day?

Alissa: Chyna, I already told you. I don’t want to hear about that walking disease, hell for all I care she and Trey can catch fire.

Chyna: that’s the thing Alissa; I heard that she already has catch fire!

I silently thanked god, Karma was bitch!

Alissa: you mean…