Their Stories (K.Dot)

FuckedUp

Mariah

Next Morning - 10:12 a.m

I woke up in my dad's bed. For right now, everything was peace. Dad let me miss school for one day since yesterday was, well, horrible.

Between me and Darrell, at least.

I took one deep breath as I turned onto my back with my arms and legs stretched out. All of my tears were dry and so was my pillow. I'm surprised considering the fact on how long I actually cried.

This situation with Darrell literally blows my mind. Not only have I talked to him since yesterday, but this whole thing is stressing me out. I already have SATs to worry about, now I have this? I mean, no senior in high school should have to go through this sh-t with anybody. Especially with a h-e who thinks she's all that and thinks she can have any n-gga she wants. Like, b-tch he f-cking wants me, not your h-e a-s!

I hope.

Breathing in deeply, I stretched my body out even more. Since I have an off day from that forbidden jail I have to call school, I decided to take things easy and go out on the town. You know, sight see around Downtown Chicago and just write poetry. It may not sound exciting to some people in my age group, but I'm just different. It took me awhile to finally accept that.

I turned on my dad's stereo system and turned it to the local RnB station. After Maxwell came on, I turned it on loud enough for me to hear it from the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Turning on the shower, my skin just tingled from the water shooting out of the faucet. When I finally stepped inside, an unexpected sensation roamed my body. Usually I never react like this to just a normal shower, but I guess it's different this time.

"Shouldn't I realize? Your the highest of the high?" I sung along out loud. Maxwell is my favorite singer of all time in my opinion. His voice soothes the h-ll out of me and his music is relaxing. Not to mention with that afro of his, he is fine as H-LL! Whenever I see him in his interviews, he's always laid-back. That reminds me of somebody who always is.

Unfortunately we're not on speaking terms.

***AUTHORT'S NOTE****

TOO SEE HOW MARIAH SOUNDS WHEN SHE SINGS, LISTEN TO THE VIDEO ON THE SIDE!!

Downtown Chicago

The honking horns of the Chicago streets filled my ears. To be honest with you, I enjoyed it. It brings me peace and harmony within my inner self. My inspiration juices are starting to flow big time so I went over to this cafe' called SpokenWordCafe'.It's similar to Rodney's except a different building. The vibe was the same here: people conversing, coffee's brewing along with other beverages, and RnB and Jazz.

"This is amazing," I whispered to myself. If only Darrell was here.

With me.

Darrell - 10:20 a.m

I groaned myself out of my sleep. Last night was crazy in the literal sense. Not only did I smoke too many blunts, but I vomited myself to sleep; which was at three-thirty in the morning.

"Oh, f-ck," I mumbled to myself as I woke to find two girls in the same bed as me.

Did I do anything? Looking down, I noticed that both of their shirts were off, but all of my clothes were kept on. Turns out I was in Van's room. I should've known since the room had the strongest weed smell I ever sniffed.

Grunting myself out of my position, I slid off the bed and walked over to the chest drawer which was mounted with a mirror on it.

"D-mn, babe. You look stressed," said one of the girls from the bed. "Maybe I can take care of it?"