Im in love with a THUG!!! [Under Heavy Editing]

Chapter 1

I turn over in my bed waking myself up out of my sleep and look at the clock ' 5;45am' my clock read. " dang!" I think to myself " i gotta get up in 15 more minutes to go to school , maybe if i pretend like im sick mama wont make me go to school" well 15 minutes pass by really quick and i hear my moms footsteps get closer and closer to my door then all of a sudden she knocks. " STACEY ITS 6;00 GET UP AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL! " i make a long sigh then i get up and open the door . " mama im sick " i said looking her dead in her eyes. " did you throw up ? " she asked. " no but my head hurts really bad. " i knew she was still gonna make me go but hey , I was willing to try. She feels my forehead to see if it was hot , well it wasnt. " girl aint nothing wrong with you! Get ready for school! " i close the door and turn on my light. " what the heck am i gonna wear ? " i thought to myself. I walk over to my closet , open it and the first thing i saw was a half shirt that said ' thug life ' and i found some blue jean pants that were ripped. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself " you are one fine chicka " then i blew a kiss at myself. " now what am i gonna do to my head! Curl it or nahh ? Imma just keep it straight " so i go in the bathroom and brush my teeth , and comb my hair. Then my mom calls my name " STACEYY! " she yells from downstairs. " YES MAMA? " i yell back. " ITS 630 START GETTING YOUR STUFF TOGETHER WE LEAVING IN LIKE 10MINUTES " ugh i really didnt wanna go to school cause im always the center of attention and i really dont like it , but oh well I'll be alright. I get my book bag and my purse and i walk downstairs and my mom stairs at me. " you looking cute today , you ready ? " grabbing an apple off the counter i said " yea lets go " . So we walk outside and get in the car , i put my seatbelt on. Then my mom gets in the car and ask " you remembered to take a shower right ? " she said looking at me. " mama , i took one last night " i said looking down at my phone. " girl you need to start taking baths at night before you go to bed and in the morning before you put your clothes on , your 17 need to start taking your hygiene more seriously. " she said backing out of the driveway. I wasnt really paying attention to what she was saying because I was all into my phone , like usually. Well there's this boy I've been texting , his name is Jaquan. We've been talking for a couple of weeks , he's kind of a jerk but he's a thug and god knows how much i love thugs. My mom doesn't know about him because if she found out she would possibly break my neck and we would never be able to talk to each other again. I look out the window and i see we were parked in the parking lot of my school.

Me: do i really have to go ?
Mom: yes!
I get out the car and walk to my locker , open it , and take out my math book ( i took math first period ) then all of a sudden my locker closes. Guess who it was! Jaquan!
Jaquan: waddup!
Me: my goddd , nun fr! Bouta go to geometry class
Jaquan: dang, sucks for you, aye! Text me doe i be bored up in miss aleeks class
Me: Okay now you better not get me caught
Jaquan: iight bruh, see you later
He walks away and i stare at him, oh my god i love how he sags but anyways i was walking down the hall till I ran into my friend Angelina, she was lookin too cute so you know my ghetto self had to yell across the hallway
Me: Angelina! Aye GUHH! Ova here!
Angelina: dang Stacey you so loud, i like what you got on tho, thats too cute
Me: GUHH i said the same thing bout you, what class you goin to?
Angelina: mr. Shipman! His old behind!
Me: ( laughs ) guhh you a fool! What he teach?
Angelina: history -.- his room in the 600 buildin so i might text u in 1st block
Me: yea, okay.
The bell rings and i enter my geometry class , i look over to my seat and some nerd was sittin there. so of course i had to set her straight.
Me: uhh excuse me, but you sittin in my seat.
Nerd: okay and? It's just a seat.
Me: Who do you think your talking to?
Nerd: you apparently.
Class: ooooooo ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight ! Fight !
Teacher: class calm down ! Zero, please get out of Staceys seat so we can get class started.