It was an early morning just like any other. La-a was just finishing the final touch ups on her weave as Big Mama screams at little Delisha to shovel down a fifth bowl of the trusty corn shard cereal. J-sun was busy looking at his pants sagging in his cracked mirror. And the twins were hiding between their Dora curtains trying to keep the horrible smell of their neighbors out. Just a normal morning for the Garby's.
La-a was happy, well as happy as you can be living in a stereotype ghetto until she's taken in by her first class aunt with higher heels than La-a's standards. Now in a new private school, with only one possible friend and a million reasons to want to die she is faced with a predicament even more massive than Big Mama.
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The Young and Ratchet
HumorYou said dear La-a's name wrong." "Well how did I saw it?" his face goes slightly clamy. It's obvious he's not comfortable in this situation. "You said La-a. Sounds like luh-huh." "And. . ." "The dash don't be silenced!" "La-"dash"- ah groans let...
