It was now morning and my mom had to take all of us to register for school . I opened my eyes , sat on the side of the bed and slipped my house shoes on . Every morning i had to take the trash out new house or not . Walking towards the trash can i slipped on a puddle of orange juice one of my sisters or brothers spilled on the floor . I grabbed the trash bag and headed towards the door . " Chance " my mom called . " yes ma , I'm taking out the trash " i replied . " hurry up and get ready so we can go " she said . As i left out the door , scurrying down the driveway , i had seen the blonde hair girl from McDonalds standing at the house across the street , a mailbox . Could this be her ? Could she possibly live across the street ? I quickly put the trash in the bin and hurried up the driveway .
On the way out the door , i looked across the street , i didn't see any signs of her . Thankfully she didn't see me , i was embarrassed . Heading towards our schools to enroll us , i seen a corner store but a lot of guys were huddling in front . Didn't know this type of neighborhood had a store like that . What i mean by this neighborhood , We live in a 9 bedroom house , clean streets , no graffiti anywhere , basically spotless . Now can you tell me the difference ? We pulled into Carla , Ciara and Chase's school , they were in elementary . Two and a half hours passed and they were all squared away . My mom met there teachers . Chase is in 5th grade . He has a funny looking teacher , she has a body shaped like Mrs. Potatoe head . Her make up was long over due .
Carla is in kindergarten and Ciara just hit pre-K , there registration was fairly easy . Now we were headed to Cameron and Carmen's middle school . Driving down Lee St. , Boom ! A loud pop rang out as the car struggle to a stop . My drove over a pot hole .We pulled over and my mom made a call . As we sit on the side of the road waiting , a car approaches . A very slim and tall man gets out the car .
" You guys need any help " ? he asked .
" Yes , my name is Sarah and i busted my front tire as a hitting a pot hole " she replied .
" Nice to meet you Sarah , I'm Mark , Well i have a spare in my trunk will that help you any " he said .
" Yes , thank you I've been waiting here a while for triple A and there moving slow " my mom replied .
" You're very welcome , it was no need yo pass you guys by on the side on the road as a respected citizen , we could exchange numbers if you're single and ever wanted a drink " he said flirtatiously .
" I would like that very much " she replied .
Meanwhile I'm sitting here thinking to myself that we need to hurry up but the only thing my mind was focused on was the blonde hair girl . Why was i so stuck on this girl ? I had no clue . The tire is fixed . Finally ! We get to finish enrolling everybody i school including myself . We spend at least one hour at Carmen and Cameron's school filling out papers meeting teachers . All i wanted to do was get this day over with before it even started . Pulling out from their school , I'm the only one left in the car .
" I'm so ready to jump in my bed and throw the covers over my head and sleep the day away " i said to my mom
" Chance its only 11:30 you are really exaggerating , its not that much sleep in the world " she replied .
We pull into my school . The Outside looks like a prep school , all fancy and clean . See , in my old neighborhood it wasn't all that fancy very lower to middle class now i have to adjust to this " high class " lifestyle and i don't think I'm down for it . Walking inside the building i can feel the eyes of everyone who was in the hallway staring me down . A few whispered , girls chuckled and the guys just stood there hating ass usual , no different from my old school just a new surrounding with different clothes .

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Twisted Fate
RomansaThis story is about a young man named Chance who's family makes a big move across country to a new state , new surroundings and unexpectedly meets his highschool sweetheart , but Chance starts hanging with the wrong crowd not coming home or calling .