April Smallwood
March 31, 2008
2nd Period
Oh my God, why did I play myself and come to this girl’s neighborhood. Look at my friends I know they scared ish they probably hate me. Do you see that girl? Damn she’s big! They are about to trash us. What happened to “don’t nobody got to jump you,” or “its going to be a one on one”? Can we just turn around and run? Naw that would make us look even worst than we already do. Which ones am I going to take? No she’s too big, ok she looks like she can’t fight, whoa she’s a sasquach I’m definitely not fighting that one. Oh my goodness here they come. Wait what’s that in their hands. Aww ish, they too close, oh man what did she just say? What are my friends doing? Ok they look ready. BAM!! Ut oh I just hit her, just keep hitting her Tiff don’t stop. Oww! what was that come on Tiff its two more. Forget fighting right, windmill. My fault that was my friend. Man great she pulled out my weave. I knew I should of sewed it in. I’m so baldheaded! All man I’m about to fall… No Tiff stay up! Don’t drop or you’re done… What’s that sound? YES!!! The cops!! We are saved! Where are my friends? Dang they look bad! Look at my weave all on the ground. Man forget them I paid $10.00 for this weave. Let me pick up my weave and go!... “Come on ya’ll!”
Monday, March 31, 2008
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