Nichole was a loser. As me, the only true black person I had to make sure I was popular, and the person guiding me through all of life was... Dominic Schmidt aka God. I had to date someone though because, I wanted to be cewl. I needed to date someone that would get me attention. What had the others done??? I know!!! Oh, wait no I don't. This called for one thing... I had to ask the second smartest person in the world... my best friend Clyde Donovan. As usual, I picked up my phone and said, "SIRI!!! Call Clyde plrz." "Calling Clyde Donovan." Siri said. It took him time to pick up. So, I just sat there wallowing in my sadness. When he finally picked up, I said, "Clyde!!! What did you do to become popular?!?!?!" "You know man, through cheating and lying and stuff." "But, that won't make me seem ceeewwwl!!!" I yelled. I didn't know what to do! Then, I realized that the only person who could help me... was Dominic Schmidt.
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Tyde: The Story of Us
FanficI will tell it to you straight: I did not try at all on this.
