Anybody Anybody Anybody
Wanna buy a heart?
South - East London has gotten a little too comfortable with it's residents. So it's about time that it gets a little shaking up.
A group of teenagers discover the do's and don'ts of growing up in 21st cent...
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Kasey Afasoe is 16 years old & is born on January 11th. He is light-skinned and is of South African (Father) and Nigerian (Mother) decent. He lives in Deptford with both parents Darian (45) & Grace (42), little twin sisters Rabi & Rohi (15) and the newest addition to the family Baby Kenzo (3). His older brother Darian Jr.(20) is in university in Birmingham but comes back every once in a while to check in on the family.
Their house is relatively large due to good money coming in from Tristen's job as a CEO of a large retail company and Darian Senior's job as an Architect in addition to having quite a large family. With 4 bedrooms, Living/dining room, Kitchen, Study/Lounge, Bathroom (X2), Man cave + Garden, Ryland Green is more refurbished in comparison to the areas local flats and council estates.
KASEY POV
*I'm in love with the coco*
*I'm in love with the coco*
*I got it for the lo-low*
*I'm in love with th----*
Ugh man... Why is that my alarm please?
I reached over to my table silencing the alarm on my phone. I raised my hand and slowly slid it down my face. Looking down I noticed I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.
Why am I still wearing my clothes?
Glancing around the room I remember yesterday night. Scattered coursework lies across the floor in front of my bed along with a large empty coke bottle, 2 empty Pizza Hut boxes and an Xbox controller.
Why did I stay up so late?
A heavy sigh left my lips as I recall my failed attempts to finish my art coursework resulting in me taking a break to eat, drink, and play FIFA for the rest of the night. Sitting up was the most uncomfortable thing in my life. Sleeping in clothes from the day before just pisses me off.
Never again.
I started removing my items of clothing throwing them in the laundry basket as I made my way to the bathroom.
Well at least it's the last day of school because of winter break. I'm actually bare happs. I can't deal with those backside teachers. Always complaining about deadlines and ting and how we can't miss deadlines in the future. Shut up man the only important deadline I will meet is the expiry date on my food. Forget coursework man, food is the motive. But lemme not lie, I knew 6th Form wasn't a joke the day I got accepted. My brother Darian is doing his ting in Uni, getting them A's and that. I cannot be an exception, even tho I'm a hood boy; I still want to make a living. Never will I be begging on the street in Peckham.
I took a shower and got dressed in some blue jeans, grey Adidas jumper, white air forces and my black rosary beads. Since it was own clothes day I decided I might as well dress tunnup. I had just gotten a fresh trim and I couldn't be asked to try and get waves so I just sprayed on some Hugo Boss and made my way downstairs.
