Well This Is My New Story . Hope You Guys Enjoy !
Kierra
So today is the first day of 10th grade. Last year was really good. My bestfriend, Reneé, has been with me through everything. We hang around so much, people think we a couple. But nah son. Strictly dickly over here.
Lawd lemme get dressed. I get up and do my hygiene. What the fuck am I gonna wear? Reneé and I gonna match today. I almost forgot. I call her.
Reneé: Heyyy baeee!
Kierra: Heyyy!
Reneé: Wassup shawt?
Kierra: We matchin' today. What we gonna wear?
Reneé: It ain' cold, so what about them short blue jean shorts and a blue shirt. I'll wear a tee you wear a tank. And we can wear our Jordan VI's like Nicki Minaj.
Kierra: I'ma put my hair in a bun. And wear a scarf around my edges and make it a bow at the top.
Reneé: I'll just put a blue headband on mine.
Kierra: Aight shawt. That's all I needed to know.
Reneé: Okayy. See you later. Byee!
Kierra: Bye girl!
I hang up and find my clothes. I put on my white thin-strap bra and some white lace panties. I put on my shorts and my tank top. I put on a black belt so my shorts won't be lose around my waist. I gotta admit, I got a fat ass. It's big asf.
I find my shoes and put them on. Back to the bathroom. I walk in the bathroom and straighten my hair and put it in a messy bun. I find my blue scarf and wrap it around my egdes and tie it in a bow.
We finna slay the heauxs.
I lotion my legs and arms. I grab my backpack and go downstairs.
I smell no food, hear no food being cooked, or see no food on the table. Momma must of left early for work. I just grab an apple and walk out the door.
Mayfield Highschool here I come.
Aight . Well That Was The First Chapter Of My First August Alsina Story . Kierra Girl I Used Yah Word . And Yah Color . Okay Its 12:09 And I Got School . Bye Nie .
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