Blonde POV * Picture on the side *
3:00 p.m June 10
I've been in my room crying every since Deja'Anne left. I never in a million years would imagine my bestfriend moving thousands of miles away from me. What am I going to do? She is the only person that could calm me down, keep me sane, and keep me out of jail.
" Got a bitch in here crying and shit. I don't do shit like this, get yourself together Marshae! " I said out loud trying to pull my self together, but it didn't work. Why Did she leave? All of these questions started running through my head, so I decided to get in the shower to clear my head. While I'm showering I guess I'll introduce myself.
My name is Blonde... Well legally Marshae Carie'Anne Hansbow, they call me Blonde well, because my hair is really Blonde, naturally Blonde almost white. It's scary, like I'm black as hell, but I have Blonde hair? When, why and what in the hell!!! But honestly I love it, cause as long as my shit ain't fake and multicolored then I don't have a problem, not to be disrespectful, I just feel as if I'm too dark for that bull shit. Anyways I'm 16 and I too was born and raised in St. Croix. I'm an only child, as of I know. I live with my Foster mom, who adopted me a while back when I was around 10 , might I say it was the happiest damn day of my life besides meeting Deja . All I know about my real parents is that they are from Jamaica and one is from Spain don't ask me which one it from Where because I don't know, nor do I give a damn... They left me for dead when they came to visiting St.Croix when my "mother" was 7 months pregnant she went into premature labor after she healed she disappeared and left me at the hospital and I've never seen her again , you're probably wondering how I know all of this since it was so long ago, well that bitch over at the orphanage would talk shit about me every day. And that's what I over heard, if you ask me the shit sounds legitimate! But back to the point. I stand at 5'4, I'm dark skin, I suppose I get my skin tone from one of my parents. Even though im little I will beat some ass, send that ass right to the fucking ER. Dej and Meme swear that I have anger issues but, I know aint shit wrong with me, I just dont like these busted up Mf'ers...... Thats besides the point, anyway I'm naturally skinny I don't know how, I can and will eat everything in my kitchen, your kitchen, your auntie's kitchen, and the man next door's kitchen, but not grow at all. It's crazy..... I cuss like a damn sailor. But ask me do I give a fuck..... I'll wait........ HELL NO. I have one friend and that's Dej, but since she left I guess I'll just walk around beating ass since I want have anything else better to do.
"Come on baby girl you have to get out of this room, eat something, talk to me " I heard my Foster mom Syd ( Meme ). I sighed " I'm not in the mood to eat anything Meme!" I yelled at her "I just want to stay in this damn room, my freaking best friend is gone! All hell is going to break loose Meme" I cried out as I pulled my knees to my chest and layed my head down . I know I was wrong for taking my frustration out on her but it felt so good. I felt her sit on my bed as she began to say some shit I wasn't interested in hearing.
"Fuck this I'm going to Atlanta too, I don't know why the hell Dej think she can just up and leave me! Not me. Not Blonde " I thought while coming up with a plan. I forgot Meme was in here talking until she hugged me and walked out. Now I just have to put my plan into action.
After I figured out my plan to go to Atlanta, I decided to get dressed, I put on black sweats, a black spaghetti strap tank, and my black Chuck Taylors. Moisturized my Blonde fro and headed for the door. As always the gang bangers were on the corner down the block, Oh how I hate them. They are most likely the main reason I stay in jail, because all of their little rabbit ass hoes always find this dumb ass idea their mind to fuck with me and they all end up getting fucked up. I was knocked out of my thoughts when I heard Carter, Dej's hoe'n ass STD having ass ex, call my name.
"Nigga I know my name Did not just come out your hoe ass mouth? " I yelled at him, causing attention I didn't want.
"Look Blonde, I know you don't like a nigga, but I need to get Deja'Anne back, I love that girl with everything in me " I just sighed, then he continued
" I don't know why I did what I did I was in the heat of the moment Marshae, you have to believe me." He paused " I can't live without Deja man " he lowered his head, when he looked up I saw something that I've never seen before on his face, pain and sorrow. But that didn't stop what I was about to say to his ass.
"Look you know I don't fuck with you, and I'd be damn if I even tried to help you get her back. You hurt her man! Y'all were together 2 1/2 years my dawg. Then you do some wild shit like that " I got pissed all over again "Fuck you Carter" I spat as I walked away . I'll be damned if I let him hurt my bestfriend again. I stopped, without turning back and said "Plus Dej, isn't in St. Croix anymore, your ass ran her off " I said half lying, but he doesnt need to know that. He needs to feel bad shit. Better be glad I didnt have my blade. As I began to walk again. I heard him call my name, I just put my head phones in my ear and proceeded.
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