My Ghetto Love Story
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Adult +
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WHO does this bitch think she is?!
My Ghetto Love Story
Chapter 1: WHO does this bitch think she is?!(Revised)
“Fuck you BITCH!” screamed a very angry mahogany skinned girl, “That’s my man, ya stanky ass hoe!”
“Fuck dat bitch I’m ‘da baby momma so he gon’ ALWAYS Be mine, hoe!” yelled an even more angry light skinned girl.
That was the first thing I heard and saw when I walked into Whites Crest High School. Of course it really shouldn’t surprise, I mean I did hear a whole lot of rumors about WCHS. The thing was, however; I was hoping they were just that, rumors.
White Crest was a majority black school, with a lot of problems. It was always on the news, whether it be because of a gang fight, or a student being arrested for something he or she did. Yea, the school was a mess. What really gets me though, is that the school doesn’t look that bad from the outside. It has a great reddish, brownish brick job, with tinted classroom windows. It has a pretty decent sized football field, although the stands could use remodeling. But, that was just the outside, the inside, however; is a different story entirely. The hallways were filled with loud, obnoxious kids, there was trash all over the hallway floors, the bathrooms stunk, the people were rude, and on top of all that I can‘t find my damn classroom because the damn school was huge! I already hated the school, and I haven’t been here 20 minutes yet. This is some bull.
I had finally arrived to my 1st block class, Spanish II, joy. When I walked into the class I was immediately took everything in. The room was decorated in all types of colors, from blues and reds, to yellows and greens. The wall was also decorated with various posters that depicted different Spanish cultures. There was three whites boards connected to the wall, with the desks facing that way as well. And, from where I was standing in the door way, I could see the teachers desk directly in front of me. After a few moments of observing, I was suddenly faced with a waaay to cheerful teacher. “Hi, are you new here?” she asked in that way to cheerful voice.
“Yes,” I replied simply.
“Alright, great,” insert cheerful grin here, “ well my name Ms. Nickels, and you are.”
“Ty’Dreka McDaniels,” I said, “but everyone calls me Ty.” Ms. Nickels was a tall skinny white lady, with great taste in shoes, as I was checking out her shoe game. She was also very, very cheerful, like a miniaturized sun.
“Okay then, Ty, you can go sit by Cash, Cash please raise your hand.” I turned to see who raised their hand, and there he was. He was tall, as his legs looked really cramped under the desk, he was 6’6 at least. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and by the looks of it dimples. He also had dreds that reached his shoulder. He had on some J’s, some black Red Monkey Jeans(that were too big), and he had on a black Sean John hoodie, dude was bad!
As I went to take my seat next to Cash, he looked me up and down, appraising me I guess. But then again who wouldn’t want to appraise the new girl. I had light brown eyes, kinky twist in my head, and glasses. To me I wasn’t pretty or anything like all the other girls I see, but I did know how to dress, which always upped my chances with the fellas. Take what I’m wearing right now for example, I had on some dark blue wide leg Baby Phat jeans, with red and blue trim, a black Baby Phat shirt, with a blue logo, some blue hooped earing, and some black Shangrila Sneakers. Yea, I was shitty.
When I finally reached the empty desk next to him he said, “Hay, you new?”
“No, I just started today, that why you haven’t seen me around,” I replied sarcastically.
“Aww shit, new gal got jokes,” he said while grinning. Yea, dudes got dimples. I smiled back,
“Naw not really,” I replied, “but for real tho’ I’m Ty.”
“Cool. I’m Cash,” he said, “and yes that is my real name.” I laughed because I really was about to ask that question.
After Spanish II, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but that was mostly because Cash is crazy as hell! He had me laughing the whole class with his out of the way comments, I’m honestly surprised the teacher didn’t separate us with all the noise we was makin’. After saying my goodbyes to Cash, and finding out that we had the same 4th block, I was again roaming the jungle of place they called the WCHS hallway, alone, lost, and confused. “Damn maze,” I mumbled under my breath.
“ Hay, you wit ‘da braids,” screamed some girl. I know ‘dis chick ain’t talking to me. I turned around, and sho ‘enuff she was.
“Hay, you new right,” she asked. Right before I could say something smart she answered her own question,
“Of course you are ‘dats why I ain’t neva seen you before. Anywayz I’m Marie.” Marie was a real pretty white girl with brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She stood like 5’9 and had a booty like a ghetto girl, and judging by the way the guys looked at her when she passed, they knew that too. She had manicured nails, with a very pretty heart design on them, and she had on a banggin’ Apple Bottom outfit.
“Hay, I’m Ty,” I said after a short silence, “can I help you?”
She just laughed, “Girl naw, I was comin’ to help you.”
“ What you mean,” I asked.
“ I seen how you was wonderin’ around so I was like ‘damn let me go help ol’ gal out!’” To be honest, I was really skeptical about why she would come and help me out, especially since I was new and all, and that just ain’t common practice round ‘dese parts.
“Aw,” was all I managed to say.
“Yea, so what class you got next?” she asked.
“AP English III,” I said.
“Awww shit, me too!” Marie exclaimed.
Me and Marie talked all the way to our 2nd block class. She was fo’real cool people, and we had a lot in common. Like music, we were both in love with Boyz II Men and Xscape, and we both loved to read. I was really clicking with her, even though I was still a little skeptical about her motives, she was cool.
As soon as I walked into the class I observed the room. Mrs. Lincoln’s class was totally different than Ms. Nickels’. Mrs. Lincoln’s room wasn’t bright, but it wasn’t dull either. On the wall closest the door she had an entire board with pictures tacked to it, and students could take any picture, or pictures they wanted. Not only that, but her room also had pictures of her former students all around the room. She had her desk right by the door with the boards right behind it, and the students desks were facing her desk. She was on the second floor, which meant her she had tall, tinted windows, that overlooked the parking lot. The class size was really small, as there were only like 20 kids in there, and the teacher was a short, but extremely kind, old black lady.
“Hay Mrs. Lincoln we got new meat,” yelled Marie.
“Oh, really,” asked Mrs. Lincoln. As soon as Mrs. Lincoln turned and smiled at me, I saw my granny in her eyes. I already knew I would love this teacher.
“Hay baby what’s your name,” she asked me after a second.
“Ty,” I replied.
“Well Ty welcome to WCHS, I’m Mrs. Lincoln.” AP passed just as quickly and smoothly as Spanish, which I was grateful. Ms. Lincoln had to be the most kindest, outspoken, craziest, nicest lady I had ever met, I immediately loved her and the class. The class was super cool. They all took me in as if I had been there since the beginning of the year. The school was turning out not to be as bad as I thought it would be.
Marie walked me to my next class Piano I, since I didn’t know were it was. As soon as I walked into the room, I noticed it was a band room. It was designed with steps in a sort of semicircle, with chairs and stands encircling the edges. The walls were blue, and on them there were pictures of the current and former band kids. The room stuck, it was hot, and the kids were loud as hell, and on top of all that, there wasn’t even any pianos! I knew I would hate this class. I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Maxwell, and gave him my schedule, he gave it back and told me to sit somewhere. Right when I sat down, some freshmen fuckin’ farted. All I could do was hold my nose and think damn, I shoulda’ skipped with Marie!
I was never so grateful for lunch in my life. My Piano class was filled, and I mean filled with FRESHMEN! They were childish as hell, didn’t know when to stop playin’, and all of them smelt like straight weed, shit, and Black’N’Milds. I swear I almost cussed one of them out like 5 times because he was getting on my damn nerves. The teacher, Mr. Maxwell was mellow, very chill. He was old, and had a very calming voice. But, being cool and nice only got you so far with those hooligans, for real! I’m surprised he hasn’t quit, or at least had a heart attack from all the stress, and shit those kids put him through.
When I walked into the lunch room I was at a lost of what to do, or where to sit. The lunch room was like a square, there were 4 ways to get into the room and there were 2 lunch lines on either side. The actual tables were blocked in by a brick wall with openings every so often. The place was huge.
When I got out of the line I immediately sat down at a empty table. Alone. With my new found peace I sat and thought about my day. But, that didn’t last for long, because not 5 minutes after I sit down, some black girl with too little pants was in my face talkin’ bout this was her table, and I had to get up. Oh hell no, WHO does this bitch think she is?!
Chapter 1: WHO does this bitch think she is?!(Revised)
“Fuck you BITCH!” screamed a very angry mahogany skinned girl, “That’s my man, ya stanky ass hoe!”
“Fuck dat bitch I’m ‘da baby momma so he gon’ ALWAYS Be mine, hoe!” yelled an even more angry light skinned girl.
That was the first thing I heard and saw when I walked into Whites Crest High School. Of course it really shouldn’t surprise, I mean I did hear a whole lot of rumors about WCHS. The thing was, however; I was hoping they were just that, rumors.
White Crest was a majority black school, with a lot of problems. It was always on the news, whether it be because of a gang fight, or a student being arrested for something he or she did. Yea, the school was a mess. What really gets me though, is that the school doesn’t look that bad from the outside. It has a great reddish, brownish brick job, with tinted classroom windows. It has a pretty decent sized football field, although the stands could use remodeling. But, that was just the outside, the inside, however; is a different story entirely. The hallways were filled with loud, obnoxious kids, there was trash all over the hallway floors, the bathrooms stunk, the people were rude, and on top of all that I can‘t find my damn classroom because the damn school was huge! I already hated the school, and I haven’t been here 20 minutes yet. This is some bull.
I had finally arrived to my 1st block class, Spanish II, joy. When I walked into the class I was immediately took everything in. The room was decorated in all types of colors, from blues and reds, to yellows and greens. The wall was also decorated with various posters that depicted different Spanish cultures. There was three whites boards connected to the wall, with the desks facing that way as well. And, from where I was standing in the door way, I could see the teachers desk directly in front of me. After a few moments of observing, I was suddenly faced with a waaay to cheerful teacher. “Hi, are you new here?” she asked in that way to cheerful voice.
“Yes,” I replied simply.
“Alright, great,” insert cheerful grin here, “ well my name Ms. Nickels, and you are.”
“Ty’Dreka McDaniels,” I said, “but everyone calls me Ty.” Ms. Nickels was a tall skinny white lady, with great taste in shoes, as I was checking out her shoe game. She was also very, very cheerful, like a miniaturized sun.
“Okay then, Ty, you can go sit by Cash, Cash please raise your hand.” I turned to see who raised their hand, and there he was. He was tall, as his legs looked really cramped under the desk, he was 6’6 at least. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and by the looks of it dimples. He also had dreds that reached his shoulder. He had on some J’s, some black Red Monkey Jeans(that were too big), and he had on a black Sean John hoodie, dude was bad!
As I went to take my seat next to Cash, he looked me up and down, appraising me I guess. But then again who wouldn’t want to appraise the new girl. I had light brown eyes, kinky twist in my head, and glasses. To me I wasn’t pretty or anything like all the other girls I see, but I did know how to dress, which always upped my chances with the fellas. Take what I’m wearing right now for example, I had on some dark blue wide leg Baby Phat jeans, with red and blue trim, a black Baby Phat shirt, with a blue logo, some blue hooped earing, and some black Shangrila Sneakers. Yea, I was shitty.
When I finally reached the empty desk next to him he said, “Hay, you new?”
“No, I just started today, that why you haven’t seen me around,” I replied sarcastically.
“Aww shit, new gal got jokes,” he said while grinning. Yea, dudes got dimples. I smiled back,
“Naw not really,” I replied, “but for real tho’ I’m Ty.”
“Cool. I’m Cash,” he said, “and yes that is my real name.” I laughed because I really was about to ask that question.
After Spanish II, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but that was mostly because Cash is crazy as hell! He had me laughing the whole class with his out of the way comments, I’m honestly surprised the teacher didn’t separate us with all the noise we was makin’. After saying my goodbyes to Cash, and finding out that we had the same 4th block, I was again roaming the jungle of place they called the WCHS hallway, alone, lost, and confused. “Damn maze,” I mumbled under my breath.
“ Hay, you wit ‘da braids,” screamed some girl. I know ‘dis chick ain’t talking to me. I turned around, and sho ‘enuff she was.
“Hay, you new right,” she asked. Right before I could say something smart she answered her own question,
“Of course you are ‘dats why I ain’t neva seen you before. Anywayz I’m Marie.” Marie was a real pretty white girl with brown hair and pretty brown eyes. She stood like 5’9 and had a booty like a ghetto girl, and judging by the way the guys looked at her when she passed, they knew that too. She had manicured nails, with a very pretty heart design on them, and she had on a banggin’ Apple Bottom outfit.
“Hay, I’m Ty,” I said after a short silence, “can I help you?”
She just laughed, “Girl naw, I was comin’ to help you.”
“ What you mean,” I asked.
“ I seen how you was wonderin’ around so I was like ‘damn let me go help ol’ gal out!’” To be honest, I was really skeptical about why she would come and help me out, especially since I was new and all, and that just ain’t common practice round ‘dese parts.
“Aw,” was all I managed to say.
“Yea, so what class you got next?” she asked.
“AP English III,” I said.
“Awww shit, me too!” Marie exclaimed.
Me and Marie talked all the way to our 2nd block class. She was fo’real cool people, and we had a lot in common. Like music, we were both in love with Boyz II Men and Xscape, and we both loved to read. I was really clicking with her, even though I was still a little skeptical about her motives, she was cool.
As soon as I walked into the class I observed the room. Mrs. Lincoln’s class was totally different than Ms. Nickels’. Mrs. Lincoln’s room wasn’t bright, but it wasn’t dull either. On the wall closest the door she had an entire board with pictures tacked to it, and students could take any picture, or pictures they wanted. Not only that, but her room also had pictures of her former students all around the room. She had her desk right by the door with the boards right behind it, and the students desks were facing her desk. She was on the second floor, which meant her she had tall, tinted windows, that overlooked the parking lot. The class size was really small, as there were only like 20 kids in there, and the teacher was a short, but extremely kind, old black lady.
“Hay Mrs. Lincoln we got new meat,” yelled Marie.
“Oh, really,” asked Mrs. Lincoln. As soon as Mrs. Lincoln turned and smiled at me, I saw my granny in her eyes. I already knew I would love this teacher.
“Hay baby what’s your name,” she asked me after a second.
“Ty,” I replied.
“Well Ty welcome to WCHS, I’m Mrs. Lincoln.” AP passed just as quickly and smoothly as Spanish, which I was grateful. Ms. Lincoln had to be the most kindest, outspoken, craziest, nicest lady I had ever met, I immediately loved her and the class. The class was super cool. They all took me in as if I had been there since the beginning of the year. The school was turning out not to be as bad as I thought it would be.
Marie walked me to my next class Piano I, since I didn’t know were it was. As soon as I walked into the room, I noticed it was a band room. It was designed with steps in a sort of semicircle, with chairs and stands encircling the edges. The walls were blue, and on them there were pictures of the current and former band kids. The room stuck, it was hot, and the kids were loud as hell, and on top of all that, there wasn’t even any pianos! I knew I would hate this class. I walked up to the teacher, Mr. Maxwell, and gave him my schedule, he gave it back and told me to sit somewhere. Right when I sat down, some freshmen fuckin’ farted. All I could do was hold my nose and think damn, I shoulda’ skipped with Marie!
I was never so grateful for lunch in my life. My Piano class was filled, and I mean filled with FRESHMEN! They were childish as hell, didn’t know when to stop playin’, and all of them smelt like straight weed, shit, and Black’N’Milds. I swear I almost cussed one of them out like 5 times because he was getting on my damn nerves. The teacher, Mr. Maxwell was mellow, very chill. He was old, and had a very calming voice. But, being cool and nice only got you so far with those hooligans, for real! I’m surprised he hasn’t quit, or at least had a heart attack from all the stress, and shit those kids put him through.
When I walked into the lunch room I was at a lost of what to do, or where to sit. The lunch room was like a square, there were 4 ways to get into the room and there were 2 lunch lines on either side. The actual tables were blocked in by a brick wall with openings every so often. The place was huge.
When I got out of the line I immediately sat down at a empty table. Alone. With my new found peace I sat and thought about my day. But, that didn’t last for long, because not 5 minutes after I sit down, some black girl with too little pants was in my face talkin’ bout this was her table, and I had to get up. Oh hell no, WHO does this bitch think she is?!