If a stripper changes her life she's still a stripper. If a drug dealer changes his life he's a businessman/entrepreneur.
Well my name is Ziona Cooper an let me tell you about my fucked up life. When I was 9 my momma died from breast cancer, So that left me an my little sister Rihona with my dad. My Daddy became abusive an a alcoholic. He later died when I was 12 an Rihona was 6 due to cancer. Since we didn't talk to nobody in our family we was put in foster care an trust me we was getting tossed from foster home to foster home. We was split up. Up until my grandmother found us n adopted us. Where I lived with her until I turned 18 an Rihona still live with her but she moving with me next year. I couldn't find no good job until one night I ran into this gorgeous ass man an he told me he owned a strip club an I can work there. At first I said no. Wtf I look like stripping I came here to find a good job an a good college. I then started to struggle so I went to Crazy Horse an took him up on his offer Thats when I started working with him. An my life have been fucked up ever since. I'm 21 years old an I feel like im 30 with all this stress I'm going through. An trust me having a boyfriend is not on the radar right now!! I got too much shit on my plate to be thinking about a nigga. Well I dont want to waste any more of your time so therefore Bye!!
"Ziona Bitchhhhh is you coming to the party tonight"-Lala
"Girl no imma just chill tonight since I got two days off"-Z
"Ughhh Bestfriend stop being lame Damn.. You need to get out your 21 years old an dont even know what the inside of a club look like, Yo virgin ass dont know what Dick feel like an you dont know what having a boyfriend feels like. Its like ever since Jermaine cheated on you you stopped catching feelings for niggas and stopped looking for a boyfriend"-Lala
"Ok well Thats me... Maybe I want to stay a virgin forever n maybe I dont want to be getting fucked like you"-Z
Oops that slipped out.. She hung up on me.. I called her Four Times an all I got was voicemail. I got up out my bed an went to my closet an put on my Love Pink yoga pants and a beater an Jordans. (Ik it seem like I'm going to fight somebody but I'm not trust me you would know when I'm finna fight someone. I wear all black and I mean all black. Black beater, black jogging pants, and Black Tims). I grabbed my keys to my Black Impala; locked my doors then left out to hot ass Miami. (Btw Yesss my favorite color is black, and blue, and white) My Bestfriend live in the ghetto part of Miami where all the drug dealers be an Murders happen. Although every house in her block is cute asf except for all the abandoned houses. I asked her did she wanna come live wit me but she said I wanna be on my own. I dont wanna live wit no one else. I'm making it on my own I'm Good Over Here Bestfriend. Blahh
"Hey Zi"-J
"Hey Jordan"-Z
"Where you going"-J
"Where you think"-Z
"You an La'Lynie got into it again"-J
"Yes.. But it was me again this time"-Z
"Tell her I said hey"-J
"K Babe"-Z
I got in my car, started it up an pulled out my driveway.
After 30 minutes of Driving I pulled up at my Bestfriend house an of course niggas was staring when I hopped out the car.
"Damn Aye Ma come here for a second"some thirsty ass ugly nigga said
Please I wouldn't waste my time on none of these niggas over here.
I kept walking up to my Bestfriend house. I walked on the porch an knocked on the door. "Who is it"-Lala
"Ziona"-Z
