prologue :The Beginning.

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                      .hoodLife.

"Hey Yasmine wait for Me Girl", my home girl Mickey yells after me as I speed up my pace walking to the Bus Stop.

she has her book bag still opened and her Purple Binder in her hands.

She wore a gold tank top and shorts with Gold Gladiator Sandals to Match her jet black hair hung up in a Bun.

"Damn Girl You walking like you on a Mission"; she says while catching her Breath.

I chuckle and adjust my messenger bag on my left shoulder.

I wore a blue Jean jacket a White tank top underneath,white Levi Jeans to match and Blue Timberland Boots to set it all together my hair hung over my shoulders.

"Hey Bitches!" our friend princess  says as she wore a black tank top and black dress bottoms accompanied by a black silk stripe Blazer and a  necklace and Pearls to match.

she wore black high heels and carried her backpack on one shoulder and her black Binder in her hands.

Her hair was pressed and Curled she looked Beautiful and Bouijie which she is.

"Hey Girl", she says hugging me with one arm and smiling at Mickey who pops her Bubble Gum and throws up a wave to her.

we stand side by side and wait for the Bus.

"So why are you all dressed up for the HomeComing Court is Over", I say Starring her up and down.

she looks at me with her dark black eyes and smiles.

"I have an Important Meeting with the Student Council During Lunch", She Replies  gloating about it.

I shake my head Because she's the Boujie one out of my small crew.

she Never Gets Her Hands Dirty as Far as Me and Mickey Do.

"Ugh I hate that my parents wanted to use my car this morning" Mickey stresses as she continues looking through her iPhone and I didn't notice she had a New Phone.

Must be a Gift from Her Boyfriend Terrence he's a Star Basketball player for our highschool.

  Just like my Man Cameron and Princesses boyfriend is my ex boyfriend Jeremy's Best friend Chad.

They use to attend a preppy all white school but transferred to Oak wood High a Few Years Back.

Now we all Go to Oak wood or as I call it Drama Wood.

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