People at my school are the definition of ghetto. Colorful weaves, loud clothes. I shouldn't be talking. I'm ghetto, too.
We have this thing after lunch called, "Brain Break" I still believe it's recess, though. We got all these girls doing dances like, "Lean and Dab" while people are recording and posting it on musical.ly
While Jaronte and I are sitting on the benches taking the weirdest selfies. Then banana sucking girl, Vantrice comes up to us.
"LEMME JOIN!", she yells. She must've poured a gallon of perfume on herself because I was gagging the whole time when she was over here. She snatches my phone, pushes me off the bench and starts taking pictures with Jaronte.
"YAS, BOO, YAS! YAS BOO, YAS!", she yells. Jaronte snatches my phone out of her hand and pulls Vantrice's tracks straight out of her hair. She was looking like a boy. "DANG, VANTRICE! I DID NOT KNOW YOU WAS THAT BALD!", Jaronte says loudly. Everyone turned around, even the teachers. Everyone started busting out laughing.
"SHE LOOKIN' LIKE A BOY!, Trashae, yelled.
Everyone started laughing some more.
Vantrice was crying a RIVER. She even asked the teacher if she could go to the nurse!
I wish I could care. I don't even like her. Jaronte gives me back my phone.
"Thank you, boo.", I said as I was laughing some more. Man, she do look like a boy!
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ChickLit"You got shoe game?" "Duh... My shoes cost more than your life combined." I'm Simone. I was talking to my best friend Jaronte. We knew each other since 1st grade. He was like a brother to me. He got on his Jordan's. While I have on my slick cute Tim...
