Chapter One

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"Turn that shit down, I'm trying to Skype!" I yelled at Deserae for playing Nicki Minaj song Only on the highest volume. When I say this girl is obsessed, she got it bad. Nicki Minaj is her idol, she worships the ground she walk on. One side of our dorm is covered with posters of Nicki, a bobble head on her desk and her whole CD collection. She knows every lyric to all her songs, which isn't too hard to believe considering she listens to her everyday all day. Deserae is to the point where she wears pink weave in her hair and has a jar where she claims to be saving up money to get a ass like Nicki's.

We all go to Johnston University. By the way, I have three roommates. At first, I was so mad, but as we got to know each other then everything fell into place. The other two roommate names are Ashley and Carmen. Ashley is into fashion and always has the latest clothes and shoes. Black Friday just passed and she almost got locked up for beating the crap out of this girl trying to steal the new Jordan's she had her eye on. The police officer let her off with a warning.

Carmen is more of a nerd, she don't like to do anything but read, but lil homie not only book smart she street smart, too. Don't let the quiet innocent type fool you, they be the worst one's. Last month, she turned nineteen and we took her to a party. The girl got so drunk, she was singing on top of tables. My mind was beyond blown when I seen this. I pulled her off and she ran straight for the bathroom. Puking her guts out, I held her hair back and told her we were leaving.

In the meantime, I'm Tiffany, 5'2 and dark skin and I'm the type of person who chasing my dreams. My dream has always been to become a writer and I'ma make it happen by all means. I'm a foster child and my latest family was fortunate enough to pay for my college tuition. I try to keep in touch with my mom's, but she be on that loud got her acting crazy as fuck. So, I know when to approach her and when not to. I have a bestfriend and his name is Dontae, but I call him Tay. We been friends ever since I started school here two years ago, now we're all juniors. Tay has helped me get a job, he was there for me when I was depressed and when I had family problems with my last foster home he let me stay in his dorm. I thought it was too good to be true, but even when I pinched myself he didn't vanish away so I knew he was real.

"I gotta go Tay," I poked my lip out.

"Why?" He asked.

"I gotta run a few errands, can we hang out later?" I asked pulling my hair into a pony tail.

"Yea, of course Nivea visiting her grandma for the weekend.

"Cool, I'll be over there later, gotta go bye..Ending the call, I closed my laptop and put it on my desk. Grabbing my keys, I pulled on my purple and black hoodie and slid my feet into my Nike flip flops and left. Pulling into Walmart ten minutes later, I found a spot in the front. The good thing about being on campus everything is convenient. My lazy ass should've ran. Track season will be back around in no time, I need to lay off all the junk and get back to eating right and staying hydrated.

We needed some toiletries for the dorm, so I thought what better place to come than Walmart. Spotting a line of carts, I walked over and rolled it in the store. These people know what their doing, always gotta put the good stuff at the front to catch people attention when they walk in. Walking over to the large Reese cups, it was two inside for only $10 I grabbed it and placed it in the cart. Then, I headed for the items I came to get. When I reached the aisle, I grabbed four Charmin packs of tissue rolls. Standing on my tippy toes, I tried reaching the bounty paper towels, but I was too short.

"You need a stool?" I heard a familiar voice laugh and come close behind me and grab the paper towels for me.

Turning around, I saw none other than my bestfriend."Tay," I playfully punched him in the chest . He held his chest acting like he hurt. "What are you doing here?" I asked surprised to see him, especially since he claim shopping is for woman. Stereotypical ass!

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