Milena
"Ugh, but I'm really not in the mood to go plus this isn't my thing... You know me and Hip Hop." I protested, trying to convince Nancy that this wasn't a good idea. I knew it was her lifestyle, going to battles and watching some rappers getting smacked by only words. She was fascinated by it. But I didn't like it at all. Those people were losers, as hard as that may sounds. Drinking and getting high was all they cared about along with dissing each other, sometimes out of fun and sometimes not. I shook my head, disgusting. I've been there once and it was probably the worst night of my life. Some dudes even gave me dirty looks as if I'd ever lay a finger on their nasty bodies.
Nancy scoffed, "Don't be a bitch. Stop judging everything and start giving it a try. The only reason why you don't like Hip Hop is because you hate Lil Wayne. But I give you that, he's a cocksucker. Real Hip Hop is not like that, it's about passion and skills." I rolled my eyes, knowing she had a point in that. Looking down at my red painted nails, I bit my lip. This wasn't the first time she told me I'm judging something or someone. Actually, this wasn't me at all but I couldn't help it. It's like a bad habbit which I'm not aware of sometimes.
"I still wanted to eat dinner with my family tonight." I mumbled, using the same lame excuse I used five minutes ago. I knew I wasn't getting far with this one, but it was the last thing that came into my mind. She laughed as expected, "You never eat dinner with them. Besides, they are out of town. So cut that lie and get ready. I'll pick you up in 30." I put my school bag into the corner, throwing the phone on my bed after Nancy hung up.
Great, round two for the worst night of my life.
I scoffed at my stupidity, opening my drawer to pick up some tight leggings and a long sweater. After leaving my hair naturally curled, I took my golden necklace, putting it on. It was a causal boring shit but I didn't feel like dressing up because actually this was something nasty I didn't want to go to. Maybe Nancy was right though and I just should give everything a try. I'm judging too fast, I guess. My mum always told me that too when I was younger. I guess I've always been like that. I shrugged, closing my drawer and went downstairs to wait for my best friend.
Jumping on the couch, I noticed I still hadn't decided what shoes I'd wear. Here comes my passion, shoes.
Shoes here, shoes there. Shoes everywhere.
When I was younger, I actually wanted to become a shoe designer. Now being 17 years old, I don't find that interesting anymore even though I'm still madly in love with shoes. I glanced over my 50 pair of shoes. Yes, call me obsessed. I don't care. Those were my babys. Though, my dad paid for almost every single one of them. He always tries to give me everything so I would be satisfied but also a little bit of love would make it.
To be honest, I was happy my parents were out of town and not coming back until next week. They were annoying as hell but also busy as hell as in having no time for their "princess". Maybe that's why I've never had a boyfriend. I just didn't believe in love and this bullshit anymore. It was obviously fake, gaining nothing but a gag-reflex from me.
I was brought out of my thoughts when the bell ring, signalizing me that Queen Nancy just arrived. Grabbing some gold-heels I made my way out of home, already annoyed by the "rappers" though I wasn't even there yet.
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A strong smell of weed was recognizable even though we just entered the club. Confusion was written all over my face. What if I'm getting high now? My consciences kicked in, making me stop in tracks. Nancy turned around since she held my hand so I wouldn't get lost. Yeah, ha-ha. "What's wrong now?" I just shrugged, not really knowing myself. Maybe I was really too goody-good? I'm 17 years old and I think it's time to loosen up a little. I never drank before, I never smoked, I never had sex. Well, yes I indeed am a goody-good hoe.
