He Recieved A Stone
Chapter One: Tempted to See
One moment I am on my way to Heaven, and then the next I am on my way to Hell. What the fuckery is going on? I can't believe that Dustin would do something like this to me. Man, I can't wait until I get my hands on him! That asshole. I should've known that he was going to drink all of my damn Grey Goose! Something even told me that he was going to be an alcoholic. I now feel bad for his girlfriend. Jessica have been waiting on his ass for the past two weeks, and all she gets is his drunk ass. How cool their life must be.
Waking up this morning, I would've thought that I would be in a better mood, but something isn't right. Something just don't feel right. I don't know what the hell it is. It can't be my sinuses, because I feel just fine. It can't be my back, because I don't feel any pinching in my spine. I'm guessing it could be stomach problems. Yet again it can't be due to the fact that I just took Peptobismal earlier. What is going on?
It's ten o'clock, and no one else is awake but Patrick and I. Heading downstairs, I notice that this negro had already ate the rest of my Frosted Flakes. "Damn, Patrick! I was gonna have some until ya fat ass decided to eat the rest of my Frosted Flakes!"
Patrick- Well, what do you expect me to do about it? I was hungry!
Me- You could've saved me some. You could've had something else like pancakes or something.
Patrick- And guess what? I did have something.
Me- Yeah! MY DAMN FROSTED FLAKES!
Hearing heavy footsteps, I looked over my right shoulder, and saw that Carnell was coming towards the kitchen. "Kelly, what's with all this yellin' about? It ain't even all that serious for real."
Me- Nigga, it's easier for you to say 'cause Patrick ain't even eat your Fruit Loops!
Carnell- Ay, man. Shall we pray for a better day today?
Me- *looks at him with a confused look* What in the hell are you...? Man, nevermind. I'm just gonna go to McDonald's and grab me something to eat from there.
Patrick- While you out, could you get me some Treseme Shampoo? And get me a sausage biscut with orange juice.
Carnell- Yeah. And can you get me a breakfast burrito with a frappe?
Me-*look at Carnell and Patrick* Hold up, Patrick. I know you are not askin' me to get you anything, and you still owe my $20 from last weekend. Carnell, HELL NO I'm gettin' you anything! Nigga, you haven't even touched your oatmeal from four o'clock this morning!
Carnell- Ay, man. You know Dustin can't cook! He's terrible!
Me- Well, you mise well tell him that now.
Carnell- Why you say that?
Me-*points* 'Cause he's right behind you. *chuckles*
While I was heading out the door, I could hear Dustin's loud mouth going off. I think I could hear Jim getting out of the bed.
On my way to Micky D's, my cell was going off. Who the hell could this be? "Hello?"
Girl- Kelly, what you doin'?
Me- Shit, on my way to McDonald's. Why you ask?
Girl- I was wonderin' if you would like to go see a movie with me today?
Me- It depends on what time. You know I be really busy.
Girl- I know. That's why I called you early in the morning.
