Messed Up

Once there was a girl named Sydney. She was a nice, funny girl with a difficult background. When she comes to school she talks about stuff her dad teaches her... It's very sad what he teaches her. Also in my class there is this kid named Andrew, Sydney, Andrew and I are like well the black kids... well at least the only ones whose parents are both black. If you are black then you know how important it is for us black girls or boys to have lotion. But little Sydney don't care no more. She walks out looking like she just rolled around in chalk. Now Andrew, well he can be a little full of himself but he's pretty... nice, pretty nice NOT PRETTY(wink, wink) that is something me or Sydney would say (mostly Sydney). She is always talking about how much she loves him and everything like that. Then one dark evening she snuck into his room and tried to sleep with him... But she soon failed because he was a light sleeper. She would try and try until Andrew begged his mom to get an alarm system or call the cops, So they got one and Sydney soon found out. So that's when she stuck up on him and took him into the nearest bathroom. That's when she made her move, Andrew had no time to get away before she kissed him. When she finished Andrew was so shocked at how HORRIBLY she kissed he could barely speak. Later I saw Andrew walking with his eyes open and he wasn't blinking or talking (and he does a lot of talking). I asked if he was ok, he didn't say a word. I was worried so I went to Sydney and asked her if she knew what was wrong with Andrew. She said it was because she had made out with him for twenty minutes straight. I felt bad... for Andrew this has happened to many boys that Sydney tried to date. And every time I went up to that boy and asked what was wrong and they were all scared stiff. And that is why if you need a kiss go to anyone, anyone but Sydney! Anyone!