I Revolve the World - Intro

I Revolve the World - 1

"Ughh End Already!"

I was yet getting another speech from my mother and step-dad. When will they learn that I really just don't care about anything that they're saying? Continuously talking about how I need to get my priorities straight.

Sitting in our home in Nashville that sits on 30 acres I'm just ready to go. Why is it that I can't stand either of them? I look down at my perfectly pedicured feet. I know that I am blessed, but why do I find it so hard to almost hate most of the aspects in my life?

I'm going out tonight with the only 2 friends I have. They are two of the three people that truly understand me.

I'm staring down at the bronze freshly shined table. My mom is a super clean freak. I love her to death. I think she feels the same way, but then again I also feel that she puts this man before me.

My name is Paris. I'm 17, 5'5", and a senior in high school. Yea I'm the typical conceited, cocky, and arrogant female that I know I am. I'm a perfect Hershey kissed dark skinned girl with a banging body. I'm simply irresistible. I'm a dream come true with an attitude from hell. No wonder I have no boyfriend lol who could handle this? Guys are begging to get down with me though..

"Are you listening to me Paris?!" My mom is glaring at me.

My thoughts are interrupted by her yelps for attention.

"Paris!" my mother nearly screams again.

"Yes Dang! It's Friday night, and I don't wanna hear this man!" I say clearly with an attitude. I make it sound this way on purpose.

"Get your head on straight! Your runnin' round here with your ass hanging out and doing Lord knows what! Me and your dad work hard for everything so you can have a good life!" She says looking over at Matthew.

"He is not my dad!" I scream. I look at him and he's clearly hurt by my remark.
I don't mean that. I'm just agitated.
He pounds his fist on the table.

"I've raised you since the age of 6 and you will respect me Paris! If I'm not your father you don't have one because that druggy bust down that is your so called "father" doesn't give a damn about you!"

Wow that hurt. I wasn't expecting that. Tears start to dwell up in my eyes but, I refuse to let them see me weak. I hold them back. I can handle this.

My daddy is far from that. He loves me and I love him. I mean yea he's the biggest drug lord in the area, but he's well paid and loves me dearly. I know this. I understand he has to work and he makes sure I'm taken care of very well. He's always said ever since I can remember, "Baby girl, your wish is my command." And that's the way it should be. I hate when people talk about my father in a bad way. He is a great man no matter what anyone says.

I get up walk and walk through the dining room. I grab my Coach purse and matching overnight bag. I open the door and slam it hard behind me. I hear my mom yell something before the door closes, but who cares?

"I do not have time for this bull!" I say to myself aloud.

I can get dressed at April's house then we'll head out.

I press the start button on my 2016 cherry red Mustang. The brand new car smell is still in the car. My birthday was two weeks ago and this was the only thing I wanted. I first saw it at a car show and after that, I knew this car was the one. Matthew disapproves of me having it. The so called "step-dad" doesn't want me to have shit. I back out of the drive way and make my way to April's.

"Fuck this house!" I scream as I pull off. No one can hear me, but it lets off some of the steam.

I pull into the street of a drive way and look at her humongous house. Laid out perfectly with 4 cars parked in front. No hoopties, just the best top of the line cars. From BMW all the way to the new Porsche. I sit in her driveway and text:
"I'm outside"

I get out, grab my purse and bag, and I make my way to the door.

Within seconds April is pulling me into her house and is obviously over excited.

"Girl we is partying our ass off tonight! I bought my dress today!" She pulls me up the stairs to her over sized room.

She has curlers in her hair with and has on her favorite black robe with her name stitched in it right on the chest. Carmel skinned complexion, around 5'4", medium sandy brown hair, and a tattoo of a butterfly on her upper thigh. She's a good girl and always goes out of her way to help people. She's very innocent looking, but she really isn't. If you piss her off she will go insane so beware.
This one time when we were in 3rd grade, an oversized 4th grader that was big, greasy, and stank thought that she could come pull on April's braids and pick with her. She was very small, nearly helpless looking. She cried and the next day told me about it that night when she came over. I knew what we had to do. We had an elaborate plan to distract her then attack. We wrote out our devious plan in crayons using glitter to design our enter and exit plan. Our plan faulted when the the next morning my mom told me that I had a dentist appointment. I insisted on going to school. I was not concerned about a teeth cleaning! My best friend needed me to help her beat up her bully! Well at least I thought she did, because  the next day when I went back, April nor the big fat greasy girl was there. After listening to playground gossip that morning, April apparently had approached her and slugged her will all of her might! She may have gotten suspended for 3 days, but it was self defense, and ever since then she's never been in another fight. She is a sweetheart just not to be messed with. I only wish that I could have saw it.
April is a slim thick cutie. No homo, but I had to admit she is gorgeous. Both of my friends are.
"Alright" I say smiling and she's he's still pulling me.
She runs to her closet and pulls out a short black Prada dress that has one arm sleeveless and one arm fully covered that I know would fit snugly to her curves.

"Wow that's amazing! I'm so jealous of you right now. Your gonna look so sexy in that girl" I say gawking at its beauty.

"I know right," she squeals "But of course I couldn't leave out my main chick."

She runs to the closet and pulls out a matching dress. The only difference is that it is red, my favorite color.

"Here you go and happy late B-day Perry!"

Perry was the pet name she had given to me in 8th grade from that show Phineas and Ferb on Disney Channel because she claimed I was always disappearing. I really didn't like it at first, but it kinda grew on me after awhile. Only her and Jada could call me that though.

I run to her standing by her closet and literally jump on her. We both topple to the floor.

"I love it just like I love you! Oh my goodness thanks so much!"

We both roll on the floor laughing so hard.

"Don't mention it and I love you more bestest!"

As we gain our composure we crawl to the bed and relax.

"So you're hear super early the party doesn't start till 10pm its only 6:30."

"I know my mom was pissing me off though. Talking bull mostly. Like I really wanna hear all that!"

"Yea I understand" she says nodding her head." My dad has been irking my nerves too lately.

April had been living with her dad her whole life, just the two of them. While her mom was pregnant, and when April was still in her mom's stomach, her mom, Sheila, got in a terrible car accident. She was immediately rushed to the hospital where they did an emergency C- section and got April out. She was born 2 months early. She was premature, but other than that, she was healthy. Her mom was unconscious the whole time and died shortly afterward. Though her parents had not been together her dad took care of her and always made sure she was fine.

"Yup, but that's why we're partying tonight to relieve all this stress!" April says cheerfully.

"Actually, I'm really not in the party mood anymore, that argument really messed up the rest of my day."

"Aw I wanted to go! But its ok maybe another time. You wanna talk about it?" says April.

That's what I'm talking about. She is always going out of her way for others.

"Naw I'm cool, but I do feel like calling over some guys to chill with." I say with a daring face.

"Oooo lala sounds like a plan!" she says laughing "Who do you have in mind?"