The BadBoys Black Angel

The BadBoys Black Angel

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Sauda, pronounced Sah-Ooda-Dah, just moved from North Carolina all the way to Houston Texas. Sauda was only 5 at the time but she was smart enough to know that they moved because of 3 things, Her grandpa was really sick, Her dad wanted to be closer to the family, and They wanted to find better paying jobs to support their​ family. Two days later, Sauda started her first day of kindergarten. "You be a good girl, don't act up and don't disrespect any of your classmates nor teacher, y'hear?" Her dad said. She nods. When he leaves the teacher reached out her hand. "You ready​ to start you're first day?!" she said with a smile. Sauda nodded and took the woman's hand. They walked in and everyone stopped what they was doing, and stared, not looked, at sauda. "Class this is Sauda, be nice and introduce yourself." the teacher said. Instead they get. "Why are you so black?!"
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Marshall's POV. I had just gotten off the tour bus and hopping in this 7-eleven that I hoped had some Red Bull and Nacho's cause after being stuck on that bus for 7 hours and everyone eating up all the food.. I was absolutely starving. I quickly got in the store with my hood down seeing that no one was really around to recognize me but just in case I grabbed all the items that I thought was necessary to make sure I wouldn't get hungry any time soon. Then I went up to the counter and saw the cashier who was busy talking on her phone instead of paying attention to the customers like she should be doing. "Yo, i'm ready to be rung up." I said hoping she would get off the phone. "No, what your ready for is a new hair style, your hair looks like one of those yellow scrub brushes you would buy at the Family Dollar store down the street." She retorted. And that's where it all began..

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