Angel

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Chapter 1

Angel

"Wake up!." my mother yells out from the kitchen."Its 4:20 a.m. your bus gets here at 5:00a.m. don't be late cause I aint taking you to school." she says blabbering her mouth on an on non stop. "Ok!" I shout back. My mom is annoying as hell, all she do is bicker and pickpocket about every damn thing its so freaking irritating. Thats why I wish I was living with my Dad... yes imma daddy's girl all day everyday please dont judge me, but me an him have a bunch in common, but the thing is, is that he lives in New York while im here stuck in Philadelphia with my dramatic annoying mother."Did you hear me?" she says busting into my room like she the police. "Yes I heared you mom" I say back. "Then why is you ass still in the damn bed....see you bout to make me go get some cold ass water an pour that motha fucka all over you.... God damn Angel I already told you if you miss that-..." I cut her off "I know I know you are not gonna take me to school ok ok I get it... even though you said it a million times before but when I do miss it u still take me to school so I dont know why you keep saying that its getting old but you know what, just to get you outta my room, an to make you happy , I'm gonna get up now. Now Goodbye."

"Excuse me , I will get out of this room when I want to. ...I pay the damn bills in this house you done lost all of your marbles." my mom says snapping on me. "Ok mom u mad or nahh." I say rolling my eyes."Just shut the hell up an get outta that bed an get ready for school....im not playing with you."she says walking out the door slamming it behind her.Ugggh I can't stand her she always , always, always tries to tell me what to do shitttttt boo I am 17 years old dont nobody tell me what to do...Hmmmm now which outfit should I put on for my new day hmmm I know ha imma put on my pink half cut shirt with some baby blue ripped jeans... oh yes imma be looking thick HA!

Chapter 2

Darnell

Beep! Beep! the bus honks. I jump on to the bus. "Hey boo!"this broad Shontel yells out.I give her a nod. Let me tell ya Shontel is a crazy bitch. One Friday night my boy Donte threw a party, an of course I went. When I was there I saw shontel at first we were only grinding on each other to sex you by bando jonez than she started touching all over me kissing me than she started sucking on my neck an let me say that I was a little bit tipsy that night an was high as fuck so you know a nigga was horny as shitt.So somehow we ended up in my boys bedroom an god damn stuff got heated in that bedroom it was some X-rated shit .....bed springs where squeaking an all that was a good night until the day we went back to school thats when she started stocking a brotha like crazy thats when I had to cut her ass loose the bitch was getting on my nerves."Yo Watssuuppp bro!"My boy Vonte yells out. Shit Vonte's been my boy since daycare shit lol thats my ride or die nigga that's like my brother thats the only one outta all my friends,.. Vonte is the only one im really close to like real nigga shit thats my nigga."Ayeee Watssuuppp babyboy! "I say sitting into his seat."Hey dog you seen the new girl yet" he asks "The who?" I reply back a little confused. " The new girl boy." "Oh the new girl nahhh I haven't seen her yet..Why?" I asked."People been saying she is superthick." he said all hyped."Ayeee all im saying is if she superthick like that,then that broad better not be ugly." I say seriously. "HA!. I know bruhh she betta not be."

Chapter 3

Angel

Honk! the bus blew.I walk on the bus."Oh shit she fine as fuck who is she an whats her name."This dark skinned boy yelled out from the back of the bus.He was ok looking, but he will never get a play outta me he looks like he is a little hoe that would fuck anything that has a hole, he also looks like the type of person that will fuck a tree if it was possible. "Huh" I laugh " You will never get the time of day to talk to me boo boo so please dont get your hopes up." I say with a smirk on my face."Oooh killem"this girl yelled out from behind me.

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