So... I came across this one nigga named Davon.. Shit he was fine as fuck like DAYUM "wet at the moment"
He walked towards me. I didn't know what to do... Like what the. Looking cross eyed, like if i was high as fuck. But at that moment i wasn't i was just wet.
He came by and stood in front of me. . . i was sitting on the bench so i can see he had a BIG one not a little one but a BIG one. I looked up and said big one wait no i mean sup...
Thinking in my head...
Fuck i fucked up why the fuck did i say that damn.
Well lets move on... Like said this crack head teacher back then. Aka mr kuhn. That nigga was on crack every single day. Well time foreals, lets move on.
So when i looked up at this nigga Davon, and he was like "Sup mon. What did u say mon?" At that moment i knew this nigga was African and shit. At first i thought he was calling me mom?
"Confused as fuck" came my incoherent reply. I cleared my throat and spoke up.
"What up mon. My names dakota" I greeted.
Davon was looking at me all crazy when he realized i was staring at his cock again.
"What are you looking at mon? Es as if i have a black panther in ma pants mon, but es just a third leg mon" he laughs africanly.
As peggy came. She was also staring at his..UH third leg?
"Heey i seen you met Davon, Dakota." Peggy says angrily
"DAVON PUT THAT THIRD LEG AWAY BEFORE I CHOP IT OFF." she yells like a mad woman.
"Uh i uh have to check on the bananas" Davon says running away cowardly as his dreadlocks flew around wildly behind him.
"Can you believe i used to fuck with that nigga?
Anywho lets go to the fucking concert mon !!! Oops davon's catch phrase is wearing off on me."
"What? I thought u said it was on thursday?" I ask confused.
"It is Thursday bitch" she deadpanned
2 hours later
Fucking peggy almost got us kicked out.
She was literally flaunting her titties in the air just to get our ticket.
This bitch didn't want to pay 5 dollars for a fucking ticket.
Like seriously.
"I didn't know that guy was gay. No wonder he didn't give us a free ticket" peggy piped in.
"Peggy. Shut the fuck up." I said flatly.
Man peggy kinda fucked it up for us like why the fuck would she show her hairy ass gorilla looking nipples._. But at least we got in to the mother fuckin concert.
On our way in I bumped into something soft. My eyes shot down and I saw a petite little thing.
A girl.
'Way to state the obvious kote's" my inner voice awakens.
'Man shut the hell up. No ones talkin to you hoe'
'You do realize...you just called yourself a hoe right?'
'Quit talkin about yourself' I huff.
'Immature shake my head'
"Aye sorry" she said with big hazel eyes.
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Dakota, Finding Herself
HumorDakota, is a native runaway. She ran away from her tribe, to see the world. The reason she ran away was because she didn't feel like she belonged. Dakota is very spirtual. Along her journey she meets someone who changes her life FOREVER.
