|| The Boy Is Mine ||

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|| Dee'Ona ||

I put on my Acid Washed Jeans , My White Shirt I stuffed it in , My Black and white Adidas , My Doorknocker earrings,  My Gold link chain, I slick my long thick curly hair in a ponytail, Put belt on And added on some red lipstick and grabbed my book bag and walked into the kitchen

My little brother was playing I'll Take your man by Salt n Pepa I rapped along "Good morning Mami and Kwame" I said mushing his head "Good morning Baby Girl" My mom said fixing herself some coffee I sat next to my Brother

Wussuh my name is Dee'Ona James I was born in 67 I'm 17 year's old I used to live in Bronx New York but then we moved why I'm getting there When we was living in Bronx me , My Mom , and Dad lived a nice life until he started going out late cheating drinking hitting my mom and doing drugs When my mom was pregnant with my little brother my dad would hit on her to cause her to have a Miscarriage when my mom had Kwame my dad took every little money had we was sent to live in the homeless shelter we lived there until Kwame turned 1 year's old then we lived with my Auntie and my cousin  in Harlem then that night my mom and Aunt got in a fight then we moved with my Uncle Inglewood my uncle brought us a house in a beautiful place in Compton Kwame was too young to understand

I'm mixed with Black and Asian from my mom but dad was African American My mom is so beautiful Kwame got hella of her looks I take from both but I got my eyes and Hair Figure and features from my dad  I got lie I'm cocky I'm one sexy son of gun

"Marathon of roots on this whole entire day" My brother smiled before he could talk about the white man I got up "Bye Mami and Kwame" I said kissing  there cheek goodbye I got on the bus and sat beside my homeboy Tupac 

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"Hey Pac" This girl said touching his shoulder walking away "Hey Tupac" Anther girl said winking walking away then a group of girls giggled walking past him I rolled my eyes "Come on Dee" He said smirking "They love me" He said wrapping his arm around my shoulder "Yea what every" I said laughing "But I love you the most Dee'Ona" Tupac said grinning a smile krept on face

Tupac Amaru Shakur is his name he was born in '68 he older than me we was best friend's well my only friend since the 9th Grade It's not that I can trust him and shit it's The loyalty like family and I love him so much but we won't go out it will ruin our friendship don't get me wrong Tupac is Beautiful and Handsome with his Gumby Haircut ; His Nose pericing ; And his Chocolate Brown Skin

"Come On Baby Let's go to class" He said skipping we walked into class we sat in the Back where me and him usually sit at "Ok Class we have an project to do" My teacher Ms.Aron said

Ms.Aron was me and Tupac favorite teacher she was Carmel with a tight black fro and a curvy figure Tupac have a little thing for her it was cute

I huffed "Tupac can out the paper's please" She said Tupac Jumpy self hurry up and did it "The project is a Family True Go back do some research on your family and put it on a poster" She said "This should be easy I know my roots" Tupac said chuckling "Forreal though I got African running through my vains ah yea wanna go to the library and do it" I ask "Aite" He said Class went by fast it was time for lunch "Pac I'm hungry as hell" I mumbled "You hungry and they feeding us this shit" He said looking at me crazy

"What eva" I said they Gave Pac pizza and they Slam some shit on my tray "What is this" I ask looking at the lady "Our special" She said smirking I huffed and rolled my eyes I paided for my lunch "Ay Dee over here" Pac yelled I walked over there "Hey Dee Dee" O'Shea said sliding over so I can sit next to him then Jada came other I can't fucking stand her and Tupac go out "Pac you want your pizza" I ask

"Nahh" He said I took it this is why I love Pac he always watching over somebody Jada was just looking at me I don't like when people look at me it made me seem insecure

Jada was a beautiful Red Bone look like she can pass for a model she had pretty hair anything a nigga want in here the thing about Jada is she stay trying to break me and Pac up she don't like us hanging out together and being friends she aite never did like me for some odd reason but I could care a fucking less

"Is there a problem" . "Nope you good" She said rolling her neck "Then why you staring so fucking hard then" . "Tupac Handle yo Bitch" She said "Wh-" I was bout to say something "Ay Don't be calling her no bitch Jada" Pac said "How the hell you gonna stand up for ha and not me you fucking her are something" Me and O'Shea started laughing Tupac was looking confused "What the Hell Jada" He said speechless 

I chuckled and got up "Pac I will see you at the library I had a good lunch" I said chuckling getting up and leaving

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"I swear O'Shea if he wasn't there I beat her ass" I said rolling my eyes seating across from him on the bus "Jada sexy pretty and all she just too petty" He said shrugging his shoulders I nod my head "Kershawn Yo Bumbass gonna get shot" I said he was throwing up Crip signs "Clatt Clat" They was throwing up gangs signs "Shea what you writing in yo journal" I ask cause he always in that Journal "Rhymes This bumbass" He mumbled the last part

The cars swerved in front of the bus He tap the door with the gun he hurried up and open the door he walked on the bus with his gun I looked at O'Shea He walked over to O'Shea "You think that shit funny Nigga throwing up them Gang signs you don't know shit about these Gangs" He said pulling the gun to his head and whispered something in his ear

"I eat crips for breakfast I show Crips no mercy you don't even know I might be the one to kill yo ass" He chuckled "You need to be banging them books" the man said walking off the bus the bus driver looked at Kershawn and smiled and drove off

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I waited at the library for 10 to 20 mins to see if he would show up I sucked my teeth "Yea Tupac don't come it be alright" I said to myself It was 6:00 I decided to walk home

I know it's not that much bus trust me I got inspired to right a Nwa story because It's something different and the people that was writing some gave me hope so s/o Woes but yea stay toon a/n Dee'Ona in the mm aka Kimora Lee Simons