Ghetto Story

Chapter 1

Naeisha

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ugh it was that time , been dreading this day for the past two weeks of living in the South bronx.

today was my first day at my new school and from what i hear this school isnt what im used too. My dad said the change might be good but im not all into that bullshit, first sign of trouble im calling my lawyer and sueing the school i dont give too fucks. after this week im going to need to go on a plane to barbados or some shit cause i will be stressed as a mother fucker.

i jumped out of bed and walked over to my en suite bathroom ( yes i convinced my pops to let me hire an interior decorator). my shower was so relaxing i didnt want to get out but i did anyway. i flung on some ripped jeans,timberlands and a bandeau. i tied my long curls into a messy bun and picked up my dolce and gabbana bag and car keys and walked to my car.

(10 minutes later)

i pull up to this ghetto run down idea of a school and already i know i need to be on my guard. i park my car and hop out and start strutting my stuff to the admissions office.

Tyrell

as i parked my car in the school parking lot i saw the fine ass girl walking past my car. mann i want some of that she looked fly. i think she was a new student cause i aint ever seen that ass up in this area let alone this school before.

i followed her to the admissions office and stood within a good distance to hear what she was saying. Naeisha Marks? yo that sounds fimiliar as fuck manne i probably know one of her family or some shit. i heard that her first lesson was algebra and begged Mrs gray to put me in all her classes. i slipped a 100 dollar bill on her desk and took my new schedule and ran towards her. just like i planned she walked to me and all her shit dropped.

i helped her pick them up.

"the names Tyrell sorry about that pretty mama" i said i saw her slightly blush.

"naeisha, i got a class to get too bye" she sad harshly and walked off i watched her walk away then walked to class . damn she wanted me.

naeisha this school is full of creeps. i hadnt been in the school for 10 minutes and someone was already try throw their mac daddy charm on me like say im interested in hoodrats, unlike these ratchet girls i have a classy personality.

i stood at the front of the class and waiting fo Mr Batone to introduce me, and surprise surprise Tyrell is in my class, assessing to see if theres any seats, just my luck the only seat is infront of him for fuck sake. "class this is Naeisha Marks shes transferring from beverly hills high school, i want you guys to make her feel welcome, go on Ms Marks take a seat." he said ushering me to the seat infront of tyrell.

"so what your one of those rich hills chicas?" said some latina looking girl sitting next to me. " you could kinda say that" i said "ah yea thats kinda cool, my names karla iglesias what ya doing in the hood then gurl?" she replied "moved down here to live with ma pops" i said i knew what was coming but i was prepared "why" she questioned "cause my mama died 2 months ago" i said emotionlessly. she sat there looking full of pityand regret for even asking me and turned to face the board.

i didnt mean to make shit awkward...