Black & White Makes Grey.

"Sapphire , Monroe come down here!" I got off the phone to my ride Or die Nikita and turnt off my ipod speakers. I ran down the stairs and sat on the island while Monroe was raiding the fridge her black afro hair straightened past her shoulders. Pouting her lips pourimg us all some tropicana juice. "yes mum?" My mum signalled Monroe to sit while drinking some of her juice. "Y'all know how I applied for that job in louisana right .. Oh hell naw. "Well i got the job!" I dropped my glass and ran upstairs. For the third time I was moving away from my friends , everything was just fine here in Alabama . Now I' be moving into a no good neughbourhood. Filled with drugs , 16&Pregnant baby mama's , & 15 types of weave . Oh, the dream , note my sarcasm.