I'm writin a story yall! Well actually, I have already started writing it on the Bow Wow BBS forum, but the link to it was lost. I think I got it somewhere, but I don't know where. So now, I'm just gonna start it all over, with a different plot in mind. But, hey...I'm not going to plot out the characters before hand. I am trying something new for a change. I'm just going to add characters as I go along and shape them to how I see fit. Yep, it'll be something. A bit of a forewarning, I don't always finish my stories and all and if I don't like it, there is no doubt it will get dropped. Sorry, to say, but it's the truth. All I can say is enjoy it while it lasts and please either leave a comment or tag the board over there so that I can get other people's views on the story. Thanx yall! Holla 4 now!
P.S. I'm going to come up with a quick title. The summary, although will not be revealed as of yet...or plot for that matter...
A Love Behind Bars
I woke up to the sound of that little blaring alarm clock. It is tickin me and will soon feel my wrath. Just as I was about to fall back in to bed, I suddenly realized. I groaned as I realized, today is the first day of high school. Well, for me of course. I will never win. Only four more years and I'm out of this motha sucka on the real...
"Michelle! Get yo' butt up! I ain't drivin' you to school now!"
And there's the second alarm clock. Just playin. That there is my mother.We get along real good, prolly cuz we too much alike. But anyway, I swung my legs out of the bed meeting the chilly morning air of September. But no worries, it'll get warmer later on, really warm. I stumbled for the bathroom, gropin my way along as if I couldn't see. Well, really I couldn't. I hadn't opened my eyes yet. Aha! I found the door, now all I have to do is figure out how to get this thang open.
After my little fight with the door, I finally made my way into the bathroom. My clothes, all freshly pressed out, were hanging over the towel rack. I leaned into the tub and began the process of my morning routine. If I could even remember it. Ain't that a shame? Here's a little schedule of my routine, yall might as well get used to it cuz it hardly ever changes.
1. Go into the bathroom and empty contents of bladder.
2. Lean into the bathtub and adjust the settings of the faucets. Flip the lil' switchy-thing and jump back fast. Unless you wanna get cha hair wet, and you don't want to do that...
3. Turn on the radio to 95.7 fm. Get in the tub and take a 10 min. shower.
4. Get out, dry off and dress.
5. Brush teeth and do your hair.
That's pretty much it. I mean, it can't be any longer since now I have to walk to school. Oh I miss you, oh late school bus....uh yeah. Well, I put on my little South Pole jersey dress, some Pumas and put my hair into a high ponytail. I dashed on a lil makeup, adjusted my glasses and left out the bathroom. I was halfway down the hall when I had to turn around and grab my bookbag and schedule. Two of the most important things for a new freshmen mamicita.
"Hey mama, I'm leavin now. Wish me luck!" I said while givin my mama a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
"You know you'll be fine, girl. Gone out here for you be late. Here's a poptart."
"Ok mamma, bye now!" I laughed as I grabbed the poptart. My mama is crazy and cool. I wondered where I got it from. I then left out the house, beginning my journey to the high school, which was about a good 5 blocks away. I saw my girl walkin a block ahead of me. That girl be walkin too fast.
"Jon'Taya! Girl if you don't-JON'TAYA!!!!"
"YOU AND YO BIG MOUTH! SHUT UP!!" Jon'Taya screamed back at me. She was laughing, though. Taya doesn't really get mad that easily. Yep, thaz ma girl righ thurr yall!
To Be Continued
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