I turned around to see Tracey who seemed to be catching up after catching a couple of breaths.
"Hol' up girl dang," She said as I stood there waiting. "Shit, why is yhu inna rush fo'?"
"I ain't, I am jus' tryin' ta' get ta' school," I answered as we began to walk again. "Bestfriend yhu lookin' cute today."
"Yas bitch I kno'." She said as I chuckled.
Tracey, is one of my best friends, throughout thick and thin. She's been here with me, she knows what I go through, she tries giving me some tips, like going to stay with her. But, Nah I'll skip that.
It's not that I don't want to, nor I'm afraid. I just can't... not yet.
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Tracey's dating Malcolm Jones. A very nice, handsome guy. Loyal too. I like that about him. We are pretty close if I should say.
"How was yo' night spent?" She required.
"Awful," I groaned.
"Mother?"
"Mmm," I slightly nodded my head looking down towards me.
"Where she leave da' bruise dis time?"
"Ma arm," I said lifting my sleeve up.
"Ion kno' why yhu stay lettin' dis lady lay ha' hands-on yhu," She said with rage.
"I kno' but, wat happens at home stays there," I said as she locked her arm with mine as we walked into school.
Walking towards us was Alexis, Trinity, Kennedy, Jordan and Imani.
"Hey bitches." Trinity's loud ghetto self-jumped on me.
"Trinity b relax," I said. "Lower yhur voice."
"Hey, baybeh," Malcolm said to Tracey... when did he get here?
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