Once upon a time there was a young girl who lived in the bad part of Memphis where there was murder almost everyday.
Her name was Cindereshia. When her mom was shot in the ghetto, she lived with her step dad, Carter, and two step sisters, Laqeshia and Yolanda.
They were a pain and treated Cindereshia like a slave. These niggas also been under more sheets than the KKK.
"GURL. Bring me my kool-aid!" Dis nigga sounds like a man. It's clearly Yolanda.
Why couldn't she get it herself? Lazy ahh.
Sighing, I walked to the kitchen and got our best jug of grape kool-aid. I walked up the stairs to her room and saw her fixing her weave in front of the mirror.
"Here guh." I sat the drink down and went to my room to secretly work on my dress for the party with the famous rich man that lives up the street. Everyone is going but my step dad won't allow me, but being me Im going to sneak out. That is what we is best at, right?
"Cindereshia! Aye guh. Your dress be looking fine." A brown, clearly obese mouse came out of the hole and scrammbled to the table.
Yes, my mouse speaks to me, no I am not on drugs!
"OH BOO. THANK YA." I smacked my lips and went to go mop before my step dad Carter got back.
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FantasyWhat happens when little Cindereshia looses her weave at a party?. c: This is the Ghetto version of Cinderella. ^-^
