Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind waiting to start again? Do you ever feel like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?...............
Baby your a fiiirrrework come on let your colours burst
Make 'em go, " Aah, aah, aah"
You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe !
- Katty Perry, Fireworks
Pulling up to Richerdmen High I felt my silly confidence take full panther pride. Unlike all of the other students flocking around in such a hurry I was laidback with the music pumping full blast. Kim face went into a small grimace on first look at the girls and guys hanging around the entrance. "What the hell. Bruh Taylor it seems like their still stuck in the 1950's ." She blurted while blinking rapidly.
" Haha, yeah and us west coasters are still stuck in the 1970's ."
" True, but I'll take that lifestyle any day. I mean do these girls get turned on by Nantucket red Docksiders without no socks, kakis and navy blazers, hair swept back like Elvis and wait is that a suit he's wearing? " Kim pointed at my side of the window and I caught the boy she was fusing about. He had a hard framed face and glimmering grey eyes with blond hair. He was actually rocking the suit, which was jet black with a white button down shit. Super clean and sharp." Girl ! He is cute what you mean?" Kim parked her shiny white Cadillac directly in front of the entrance, causing students to stop and star, including the homie in the suit. " Girl I know that, but dang his suit was what I was pointing out. Jesus! Have mercy on my big fashion soul, it be taking me to dark places."
" Haaa girl keep calm and stop tripping, he starring at us." I hit Kim's arm to shut her up , but failed when I busted out laughing too. " Honey please the windows are tented. "
" Ahh oh yeah. " I said.
Kim leaned across the red leather seats to me and hugged me tight. " Okay I want you to kill 'em and remember to be new and different. Do what you love, Pleasee Tay ?"
For some reason I pulled my self with the highest of high confidence, for Kim, and shock my head.
" Of course, you know me, always ready to knock' em out with my best."
" Yeah, but seriously do you want me to roll up in here with chu lil ma ? Because ain't nobody gonna try my lil susta on my watch." Said Kim, delivering as much attitude as any chick on the street.
If it's anything I can thank my parents for with the way we where raised, hands down it'll be are living. Since birth I knew just because I had it good doesn't mean I'm better nor smarter then anyone else. Our mom and pop's moved us into a normal two story town house. Me at five and Kim seven. We didn't live like the high and mighty .We went to a public school ,got into fights, learned the difference between fakes and trustees, went up against bullyings, and even had boyfriends with our parents knowing. Where just two rch girls living like every kid in the neighborhood. We didn't brag, nor did we ever tell our friends the truth, we loved are life . We loved to answer questions like, ' What hood you love in? Or .... Y'all saw that fight last night?. ' We where normal.
We got what we wanted only if are grades were up to part and they were always up to part. Yeah we walked home just like all the other walkers. Walking two blocks home, we experienced the "so so hood". Not long did Kim take her throne as the it of the entire school with me learning here moves. By my fourth grade year Kim left and went off to middle school, leaving me to make a path for myself with enemies already in lines longer than black Friday's.
"Hey, Tay listen up and well. So if I'm not gonna be side by side with you physically, shit I'm always with chu mentally. Although, I'm not gonna baby yah home girl because you need to be tuff with out me. I know you think I'm going to get new friends and stop talking to you, but naw chica we mejor amigas, best friends, and that's on that real. Feel me?"
" Yeah I feel yah chica ." I replied head held high, holding back any rivers in my eyes, for Kim. Only for Kim.
She hugged me and I hugged her.
Later that early morning around 7:20 a.m. Kim was sneaking in the freezer for two ice pops. She was really quite like a mouse getting cheese.
As she walked me to school we both sucked down on are ice pops, enjoy the sweetness and the sneaking thought of getting away with them.
" Okay Taylor, go get 'em kid and if anyone mess with you halla at me , I got no problem ditching class for you, fam."
" Word." I answered slapping hands with Kim and then walking smoothly to the school like I'm the princess I was told I am by daddy.
At the front gates I checked to see if Kim had left yet, but she was still there. Her two jet black under braids hung down her shoulders and green Jansports book bag on her back. She stood up straight with her timberlands posted firm on the side walk and arms folded. When she saw me looking, her hand waved me on followed by her sly smile.
Now to think about it, Kim was one of my role models. She forever was my bodyguard. She gave me wise and sometimes even funny advice when needed. She was never fake to me. She was real to the bitter truth and who could ask for more?
" It's 'ight Kim , I got it from here, you get to school." I smiled my goofy smile to her before stepping out . The cold air and windy wind hit me like lighting. My hair flew wild across my right shoulder.
" Tay close the darn door and remember! A girl should be like a butterfly, beautiful, but hard to catch." With a wink She laughed out loud and without futher or do Kim being kim crunked up the music to max
" Niggas ain't shit and they can't tell me nothing
A hundred mutha fuckas can't tell me nothing
I beez in da trap beez beez in da trap-"
Nicki Manij old album poured somehow through the closed window as Kim exited the lot. Also leaving behind a group of students to stare at me. Dang, Taylor Kylen O'Connor hmm thought they knew.
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Taylor's Game
Non-FictionForced to move cross states from California to New York City has gotten Taylor O'Connor pissed off and building walls around herself . She doesn't want to go to her new rich private school nor does she want to show her secert self. But when confli...
