Jada aka peaches
"Jada wake yo ass up before mommy come up here and beat that ass" I cry as i roll outta bed to do my morning routine for my first day back to school in my new city.
HEYYY ya'll my name Jada but ya'll can call me Peaches, yeah i know no i'm nothing the peaches off of instagram no ma'ma she NASTY like the definition of nasty, anyway they call me peaches cause I love peach cobbler, yeah its nasty to some but not babieee shit be rockinn. Today is my first day at my new school, i moved from my home state of Cali to cold ass newark wtf, anyway my momma met this guy and they started messing with each other long story short they married with one bad ass kid that i hate and moved to newark... i don't really understand why but hey it nun of my business, let me go get ready see ya'll.
30 MIN later
"JADAAAA" my mother yelled "I SAID IM COMING" i ran down the stairs tripping in the process "hehe" the little demon child laughed, i mushed its head making it fall on the floor with a very loud sound..nun of my business.
" see ya" i say to my mom as i get out the car "jada" my mother called out, i turn around "yeah" " don't be fighting in these people school, you hear me" she looked at me with that death face " yes mother i got ears" i hurried and got out be for she smacked me, i walk into the school and started to get stares from some bald headed bitches ion why.
i walk into the main office and see a tall black lady chewing come staring at her computer " the ghetto" i whispered but she must have heard me because she looks at me and come over to the desk "how may i help you" she ask breath smell like hella ass damn, I step back a little " yes im the new student" i cough, she goes back over to her computer "whats your name" she ask still cewing on that damn gum like that shii is not working child " Jada Wilison" "spell that please" wtf she don't know how to spell jada I.. " J.A.D.A W.I.l.I.S.O.N" i spell.
this dark skin tall clean looking guy comes out the back "good morning Ms.Jackson" ass breath lady stands up fast asl " good morning Mr.lee" im assuming he the principal " who might you be" the devil tf
"Jada, im new here" his smile opens mores widely " well welcome to west side high school jada, i hope you enjoy it,"let me tell ya'll i did my research about this school and child the ghetto. " here your schedule sweetie, have a nice day now" "thank you" and i walk out.
10 MIN later
It took me 10 mins to find my first period class, by time i got to the class it already done started. I walk into the class and everyone stop and loom at me " um.. im the new student" i hand this long back tall ass nigga the paper " oh oh yes okay, class this is jada lets welcome her" i look around and i see some fine ass niggas and sum ugly ass bitches " you can go sit in the back in the corner" i nodded my head and walk towards the back and sat down " hey sis I'm kayla" this really pretty lightskin girl with braces said " jada" i nodded
four periods had went by and now its lunch time, i had brought my own lunch so i just went and sat at the table ad started eating " hey can i sit here" i look up and i see the girl from first period " yeah ofc" i move my book bag from the chair and let her sit "kayla right, im not good with names" i smile at her " yeah" she smile back at me, we just start eating in silence, "your new to newark" kayla asked "yeah coming from cali babieee" i laugh and so does she, "why you come to newark, i would've have stayed righ there in that nice ass sun" she laugh " my mom wanted to come here so here i am" i sit back in my chair, we kept talking about stuff until it was time to go to next period.
"See you later kay"i laugh "see ya later peaches" yeah i got a nickname for her, as im going to my next class i see this one fine boy from first period, i look at him and keep walking until i hit this big ass wall which was some medium size height and actually pretty girl but i see we going to have some problems.
hey yall i hope ya'll like this one, its my first time writing a book, please comment if ya'll like it or not and i will make more.
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