I was walking with this dude. I wouldn't call him my friend because I really didn't know him like that, but he was cool people. At least I thought he was. I looked up at him and noticed another person smiling like they just won a million dollars. Who the is he?
"Yo' Lory, this is my best friend Chris."
I only caught a quick glance at him and immediately touched his hair. He seemed nice.
"Hey, what's your name?" Chris asked. For some reason I could not lock eyes with his face. Was that sign?
"Lorén, there's an accent over the E," I said smiling.
"Why you touchin' on my dawg like dat' shawty, you like him or sumn," Marquis said smirking.
I stood there dumbfounded. Something told me this was going to end in a crucial way.
"Don't boost his head up Marquis the fuck wrong witchu',"
"Y'all cute or whatever."
And with that they disappeared out of my sight. What did I just start?
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High School Chronicles
Non-FictionLorén just entered High School. She takes the wrong path and ends up into a deep dark ditch that involves sex, drugs, and lies. The Cliche High School Story. Based on real events. Names in story have been modified to protect those indentities.
