Next morning my legs and back were sore from the night before. It was almost impossible to drag myself out of bed just to go to school. I never went to school dressed the way Icarried myself when I had to be a woman. I got to dress in uniform and not having to care how I looked. For school I would catch bus 11 there and back. Only for 8 hours out the day I could at my age. Only to have one best friend named Cash who I poured out my soul to. Because he wasn't judgmental about my life.
At lunch I paid for mine and his we would seek out of school to walk to a McDonalds across the way. And he would roll a mean blunt filled with purple kush. Then run back to school high smelling like axe cologne.
He was always at my apartment mostly to raid my fridge. But we are each others family he's my big brother. Like I was his little sister. We took care of one another. For no reason at all. We matched everyday because we were ride or die for each other. After school we would got to his house and play 2k on Xbox. Untill his mom came home.
And I had gone to my house and change clothes into a juicy couture warm up suit. And leave to catch bus 68 to the club. I would get in the club at 5pm to practice and talk to Chris till 8pm.
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keshia story
Teen Fictionyoung African American girl struggles in a adult lifestyle .trying to be seen as everything but what people know at club dream
