Dreams • short Eazy E fan fic [Completed]

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From the concrete who knew that a flower would grow

-Drake

Whelp, its two days until prom and my mom hasn't said anything else to me about prom shopping for dresses.

And that's the way I wanted it.

Who wants to be around a bunch of hateful people who are cruel, mean spirited and unkind? I don't want to create any more memories with those assholes.

I stepped off the school bus, being the last one to be dropped off had its pros and cons.

I get bothered most of the way, but then I have fifteen minutes to regain my sanity after being tortured and ridiculed.

The warm sun beamed down on top me, causing me to squint. If this is what hell feels like, then I need to go to heaven where there is a breeze.

I walked up to the mail box, then opening it.

"That's odd", I mumbled as I looked inside of the box. "Eazy usually sends something back by now if you write a letter to him"

I closed the mailbox and started walking up to my house door, appreciating the blast of cool air that rushed across my face.

I tossed my book bag down and turned on the television to see the program: "The Box" playing.

"Why do I feel this way
Why does she stay on my mind
And if it isn't love
Why does it hurt so bad
Make me feel so sad inside
If it isn't love"

[A/N : One of my favorite videos : BEFORE THE MOVIE ( YESS THAT WAS SHADE )

Walking into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet to see if my medicine was in there and for some reason it wasn't.

I don't remember moving out the cabinet, since I always keep it there.

"mmm", I closed the cabinet and started to exit the kitchen.

I headed to my room, pushing the door open and stopping dead in my tracks.

I instantly took a step back as tears filled my eyes.

"Oh, my god", I shrieked as I slapped my hand over my mouth.

The tears swelled in my eyes and flowed freely down my face. my eyes widened as I took slow steps towards my closet door.

I took my hand and slowly caressed the rich, silky gown I seen at the boutique In Downtown Atlanta.

How...how did she manage to purchase this dress? I thought to myself. I really couldn't believe my eyes.

The dress that I loved a lot but I knew my mom couldn't afford is sitting here in my bedroom.

My lips quivered as I picked up the hanging dress. My eyes scanned over the dress that laid gorgeously inside of the dress slip it came in.