the bad bady

the bad bady

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I was walking and I say trouble I ran to make more trouble we broke the Windows one by one stool some money a dollar by dollar we ran before you could know and took the streets like it is are own .We hide the money under our beds and go in bed as fast as a hen .Our mom ask us while singing this rhyme "little bad badies little bad badies what did you do today"we were all tumbling in fear she said again " little bad badies little bad badies what did you do today" we were worse tumbling in fear.As she wen we jump though the open window and ran once more took the streets like it is our own and went to grandma sweating like a pig. Grandma ask us a question and said " little bad badies little bad badies what did you do today " we were slient as a mice she said again angrily "little bad badies little bad badies what did you do today "we were too scared we told her our mom was going to send us to broding school but our grandma gave us a good one a wet rag
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BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.

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