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A High School Story Part 25.
Firstable, Dee Dee, your version of Part 25 of my story A High School Story was really good. I enjoyed it. Anyways this is now the ORIGINAL version of Part 25 of my story A High School Story by me, Isabella. This goes out to Drey, and all my fantastic readers! Y'all are amazing. <3 - Isabella. I can't believe what Michael just did to me. This dummy thinks this is a game or something. The reason why I threw the Kool-Aid on his damn face is because he fucking deserves it, after what just happened. Me: *Screams* Michael: That's what you get! *Laughs* Me: *Gets off the bed and pushes him* I pushed him so freaking hard he fell on the floor. I knew from the look of his face that he was pretty pissed. I knew I shouldn't of had done that because I'm going to get my ass kicked. Michael: *Getting up and screaming* WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! Janet: Michael, what the fuck is your problem?! CHILL! *Pulling him back* Michael: JANET! LET GO OF ME! *Pushes her* Me: *Scared* Michael: *Yelling at me* HUH? WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A BITCH?! Me: *Crying and slaps him across the face* Michael: *About to punch me* Katherine* STOP IT! THAT'S ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! *Mad* Me: *Crying* I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE! THAT'S IT! I'M REALLY LEAVING. KATHERINE, IT'S TIME FOR ME TO GO! Katherine: NO! You can't go! MICHAEL, WHAT DID YOU DO?! Janet: Michael, you gon' have a lot of explaining to do. Michael: SHUT UP! Janet: Dang... okay... Michael: *Nervous* Wait... I'm sorry! Faith! Me: STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME! I just cursed in front of Katherine, that was so rude of me to say in front of Katherine, but I was so pissed, I didn't give a shit what I said or did. Me: *Leaves the house and walks off to a random place* A couple of weeks have passed and I was living in the streets of L.A. I didn't go to school and now all I do is meet up with my new homeboyz to smoke up that mary jane. I was turning into a really bad girl. I didn't give a fuck anymore. Fuck this! Fuck that! Fuck the world! My language has got WORST. I have a really bad attitude, and I'll kill a mother fucking bitch ass if they talk to me or treat me the wrong way! Me: Chico, you got that "brownie"? Chico: Hell yeah. Me: Cool. Chico: Oh yeah! I heard that guy Skyler is gonna come and kick your ass but uh... me and the boyz got your back, you know. *Opens his jacket and shows the gun* Me: *Smiles* I've never liked Skyler. Chico: *Gives me the "brownies"* Well momma, I gotta go. But I'll be back with the rest of the guys. Okay? Me: Yup. Peace Chico. As soon as my boy Chico left, I got a call. Guess... It's Michael... Him, Katherine, and Janet, and my family from Florida were worried. They kept calling me and calling me, but I would not answer. Hell no. I ain't gonna do that. But then I got a call from a long time friend, Jada. Me: SHIT! *Answers the call* Jada: Hey. Me: *Gulps* Hello? Jada: Where are you? Me: Jada! Jada: Yeah, it's me Jada. Why did you run away? Me: Jada, you don't understand what the fuck happened, and I don't feel like explaining what happened. How do you even know about this? Jada: I stopped by your aunt's house and I heard her talking on the phone saying something about you leaving the house, somewhere. Me: *Smoking* A lot of shit happened since I moved to Cali. Jada: I can tell... Uhm... I'm sorry about your mother. Me: It's coo. I miss you Jada. Jada: Well, I miss you too. Me: I'll holla at chu, soon. Bye, my best friend. Jada: Take care! Please! I love you. Bye, my best friend. I smoked and cried, I cried so bad. Now I just keep asking myself, why did I leave? I think it was all my fault. I overreacted, blah blah blah... All I could think of was my friends, family, and Michael.... Especially Michael.... Me: *Finishes smoking* Andy: Hey Fay. Me: Sup! *Does a handshake with him* Andy: Nothing, just mother fucking hustlin' as usual. Me: ah, I see. You want some "brownies"? Andy: Shit yeah, haven't had those in five minutes. I missed them. Me: *Laughs* You crazy bitch! Andy: *Laughs* Me: *Looks up and sees Skyler with his gang* Oh hell naw... To Be Continued.....
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