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"Hey," Ryan said walking up to me. She got back with JJ and has been very distant from our group. They act like they can't sit with us at lunch because he still kisses what's her name? Vanessa ass. One day he sits with her or the next day he and Ryan, just leave school.
"What's up."
"Why you sound all dry? You still jealous?"
"Jealous?"
"I mean Hakeem dumped you and Venessa's post about me... You just been weird lately."
"The fuck? Ryan, maybe if you asked then you'd know what's up with me but, Nah you accusing me of being Jealous!" I said making her back into the locker.
"You trying to fight?" She said shoving me back.
"Nah my bad." I said. I looked threatening She looked me up and down and she picked up her books that fell and I sighed."Hakeem used me after I was kidnapped he wanted to play with my feelings just being selfish then I had home stuff I had to think on. "
"Is the nigger bothering you?" Faith said laughing with Venessa. I turned around and before I could hit her I was grabbed.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled kicking the wall and punching it. I was so angry, tired of crying and pushing people away.
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"Hey, can we talk?" Hakeem said holding my wrist. I had my cheer practice clothes on heading to cheer.
"No, I'm okay."
"Oh I'm sorry I ain't mean to ask you," he said clearing his throat with his hand still on my wrist.
"We need to talk so sit."
"No. Bye." I rolled my eyes growing impatient.
"Look I like you for real I really do."
"No you don't, you don't like me, you think I'm a sexy rottweiler? you think my hairs nappy, and wigs would look better. You and that fake bitch Sarah should rot in hell!
Don't ever lie to me. You can do anything but don't play with my emotions.
It was my stupid ass fault falling so I can't blame you, but Joyce still has that crush so try talking to her." I said pushing him.
All I wanted to was give up on this whole week first I lost my best friend and two I had my first breakup that doesn't count but feels like it.
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"Hey, Stan what is it?... Okay, I'll be there in fifteen."
"Dad? Dad!" I walked into his room quickly running to a toilet.
"Oh my God, why didn't you knock."
"You have a whole lock," I said throwing up more.
"I gotta go Stan needs me."
"Wait wear this."
"A watch?"
"No in case... you know." he slapped on my wrist. "Alright... Bye."
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Quite Black Girl
Novela Juvenil*Editing and reuploading* Intro: If my hair isn't bought or done differently every week I'm a broke girl. Finally given a chance to accept my curls but still, my hair is labeled as nappy yet it's natural. Can I ever win? Mama wants a woman, Daddy...
