"The. Way. He. Walks. Into. The. Room"
Here I am sitting in my room, tear stains on the page of my poem book. Rolling my eyes back I continue my thinking of what can possibly go wrong leaving for L.A tomorrow. New York all the way to L.A, away from all of my friends, school, this house I've grown very fond of. Sorry for being Ms. Drama Queen award goes to Renee but I'd rather crawl in a hole and die gladly. Thanks mom for the invitation to L.A but no thanks. Eighteen years old and I'm acting like this. I'm only doing for my mom for becoming the best lawyer in town and the court is deporting her which means I'm to follow behind. But I cant help it I refuse to move into a new home and I refuse to go to a new school just to be known as the ฯnew kidฯ
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ฯ The Thug and The New Kid ฯ
Romanceฯ How Can I Be Inlove With..Him? Is It The Way He Walks With With That Lean. Is It The Way He Speaks Without Being Spoken Too? The Way He Handles Me. Caress Me. Care For Me. Love On Me. How Can I Be Inlove With A Thug? ฯ
