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유Gяошїиg ραιηѕ웃 ╰☆╮ A WIMPy Kidd Production 11/26

<ul> <li>PROLOGUE</li>

APRIL 2011

Birds chirped outside the window annoyingly And the sun began adoring the side of my face a little too lovingly, letting me know that morning was here. My own personal alarm clock.
The arms that held me from behind squeezed tighter around me as their owner snuggled closer as I shifted to try and get the sun off my face.

<em>Get up, Ava..<em>

I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes tighter trying to get back to sleep. I knew it was a contradiction within itself, but it had been a long night.

All I wanted to do was lay there. Just... Lay there. Yet when I heard small feet pitter patter across the hard wood floor I knew it would never happen.

"Mommy!" A small voice squeaked close to my ear.

"Mom! Mommy! Mom!" <em>Ohhhhhh!!!! MY GOD! </em>

"Mommy, is you woked up yet?" My 5 year old son Aquarius bugged, tugging the pillow that I'd just snatched over my head in an attempt to ignore him.

It took everything in me not to beg him for the infamous <em> Five more minutes.</em>

"Why do kids always ask that when they know you're really not?" I muffled through the pillow, cracking open my eyes for the very first time this morning.

"No, Really!" Quarry pleaded. " I'm hungwry, and Aries ate the rest of my Coco Pups and she say I cant Have her Cap and Crwunch cuz i cant put on clothes." He tattled, Mispronouncing words that only <em> he </em> could figure out how to mess up.

I tried not to laugh at my baby as I removed the pillow from my face to see that his brownish orbs were welling with tears. He had on some courteroy pants (that I still hadn't forgiven Harley for buyin for my baby) that were unbuttoned and zipped, which was to be expected, but the hilarious part was that his head was through the left sleeve of his inside out Transformers shirt, while his arm hung out the neck hole like a tree limb.

"Baby, look at your son." I chuckled, nudging my backside against my husband to rouse him from his sleep.

If I had to get up, then he had to as well. Especially for this.. It was classic.

"Aaaavaaaaa!!" He whined through his slumber, releasing me from his grasp so that he could sit up

"Im tryna sleep, you know last night you..... Nigga wtf you got on?? How??" He questioned, makin the <a href="http://www.blackmediascoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Screen-shot-2011-07-06-at-8.06.27-AM.png">stink face</a> at our baby.

"Dont be lookin at my son like that foo!" I chastised, removing the thin covers from myself and slipping on my glasses and slippers as I got out of the bed.

"Come on son." I smiled, tugging the shirt over his head and picking him up.

"Let's go see what yo sister talkin bout." I cooed to him

As I made my way down the stairs thinking of what I was going to say to Aries about being mean to her brother <em>this</em> morning I thought of how far i'd come. Each morning it was something else with these too. Which had oddly enough become the most exciting excitement of my life.

It was strange... Strange how we got here. Me and Shad I mean.

I wasn't exactly the "type" he usually went for, and he wasn't.... well, he was <em>Shad</em> the kind of guy that I shouldn't have gone for. And <strong>we</strong> were Far from the kind of people to be settled down in a not so modest home with 2 kids and a mut.

Don't get me wrong, It was <em> never </em> easy and we fought it as much as we could in the beginning.. Had to go through a lot of things, loose a lot of people and grow up in a lot of ways before we realized that the pains that we were going through separately, we were meant to go through together...

I'll tell you the story... Of our lives.. Of our Loves, Our friends. Our Enemies...

I'll tell you the story of our <strong> GROWING PAINS......</strong>
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RUN IT?! PLEASE BE CRITICAL! There's no such thing as a mean comment.. as long as you comment! No runs = <strong> NO ADD</strong> =/

It starts off slow but after a few runs i'll post chapter 1.

Comments

yessssss whoop that ass Harlem.... whoop it lmfao...

You KNOW I like it rough lmao. lemme stop.

Ayee, my nigga just watching the shid lls.

FUK HIM!!!!!! lol

RUN IT.

Ayeeeeee, beating that ass. :D
serves her right. Ruuuuuuuuuun.

Lol, Shad just sitting there. Baha.
watching the game ....

WHY aint I fight her???? BUT GO HARLEY AND JU!!!
GO GO GO!! lol

run it! And Naz you betta keep the adds up, before I find you and HUNT you down! lol

Man I would kick her ass

He bet not jump in either

Run it

on jesus.. it felt like i was typin that for 15 years. lol

No dont do that..

Keep adding!! lmaoo

I wanna know how shad and asia hook up

HAHAHAHAHA...

YEAHHHHHH BXTCHESSSSSS!!!!!

That`s wassup!!... Slap that hoe up!!

(I love u Pimp`n) lol

RUNNN ITTTTT

your adds toooo shortttt phuckinnnnn NazzyHoe omgosh!!!

addin takes to long!

i think imma stop doin that. lol

cont.

<strong> Shad,
Feb 1999 </strong>

<em> Downstairs </em>

"But still De? If she <em> was</em> f***ed up.. she looks okay now..." Breanna continued. Since she'd walked through the door and took a seat on my lap, she started in on why Lil One was here, and how <em> uncomfortable</em> it made her feel that another "b****" was stayin with <em> her</em> nigga.

"Breanna, I told you, Lil One is cool people. I dont see her like that.. and I doubt she see me like that." I explained.

The following lines of bulls*** that came out of my mouth was exactly that.

<em> Bulls***,</em> that I was feeding her for 2 reasons.

The first being that i'd just made up with her. Two arguments in one day on top of the Lil One breakin up my s*** would just be too damn stressful.

Which brings me to the second (most important..
I needed some pussy. I didn't know what was goin on upstairs, but the look I saw on her face did somethin' bad to me... Made this unfamiliar place in my chest ache.. and i figured gettin into Bree would help me soothe it.

Sex always did that for me.

"How could I look at <em> her </em> like that when I got you?"

She blushed brightly and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her left ear, eating the bulls*** up.

"You sexy..." leaned down to kiss near her lips, and allowed my hands to roam up her legs. "You stacked as f***..." I moved to kiss the crook of her neck.
Her back arched off the arm of the couch, letting me know that everything was straight. That she'd forgotten all a bout whatever the hell that was at the mall, and whatever point she was tryna get across just now.

It had all vanished with a swipe of my tongue on that spot.
Lifting Bree all the way onto my lap, I put my face back into that crook in Bree's neck and attacked that spot with my tongue and teeth while she grinded restlessly on me.

"UHM! This <em> is</em> the livin' room!"
I hadnt heard her come in, but there Juju stood, directly in front of my 52' inch tv screen, staring stone faced at the two of us.

Shoving Bree from on top of me, I looked around the room in its entirety to see what the hell else i'd missed.

"What the f*** yo!? I swear yo ass should be a muhh-f***in cat or some s***." I taunted to Harlem.

My best friend, always the quiet one in everything she did, had at some point made her way down the spiral stairs and got comfortable on the loveseat adjacent to Breanna and I.
"How long you been right there?"

She smacked her lips loudly and rolled her eyes at me until they were focused on Julissa, who was still looking at Bree like she'd keyed her first car.

"Ju, what the fu.ck? Both of yall... What's wrong?"
The words left my mouth and the air thickened enough to be cut with a knife.
Both Ju and Harley G were dressed n jogging pants and and high heels. Harlem's hair was pulled tightly into a ponytail, and she was now sporting a smile as pretty as Ju's mug was mean.

Somethin was up.

The only time Harlem smiled was when she was up to somethin she had no business doin.

"Where Kelly and them go?" Julissa asked, rubbing her hands togather.

"They went to the corner store." I answered. "You know Ashley fat ass cant go nowhere by her damned self."

My niggas Kelly and Jaymaar had left about 10 minutes ago with their younger sister Ashley to buy snacks at the lil arabs shop a couple blocks down. Ash was so f***in pregnant she probably couldnt even see her own feet. Let alone make it to the store and back by alone.

At least that's what her older siblings thought.

"They'll be back. Move from in front of the TV... Damn..."

Ju rolled her eyes dramatically in my direction, planting her hands firmly onto her hips as Lil One slowly came around the corner and stood next to her.

<em> In front of the T.v </em>

"Come sit down Lil Bit." Harlem finally spoke out. Turning her head side to side, my best friend cracked her neck as she and Lil One traded places.

As Lil One crossed the room, Bree took it upon herself to do that ghetto girl s*** i'd been hearin a lot of,(lip smackin) and comment on the way Lil One had decided to come down the stairs.

"Like Damn Ava , heard of a brush? A comb maybe?"

Her hair was all over her head as if some part of her body had gotten caught in an electric socket, and her eyes were red and swelled something vicious, like her tears had to fight their way out of them.

I didn't understand what problem Bree had with the way Lil One's hair was... I kind of liked it wild and all over. It made her look less up tight than her usual high bun. What I <em> didn't</em> like were her eyes.

They'd been sad when we'd gotten home earlier, but now the only words that came to mind when i looked into them was...

<em> Defeated. </em>

Lil One clawed her hands through her hair nervously, staring between Bree and I.
"Stop that." Ju ordered, finally moving from in front of the TV in order to smack Lil Ones arm down. "This b**** aint no damned body."

"Bi.tch?!" Bree questioned, "De, you just gon' sit there and let yo sister call me out my name like that?"
She looked at me expectantly, but I had no idea what the f*** for.

For one, My little sister told me numerous on numerous occasions how much she disliked my <em> girlfriend</em>, and words were exchanged between the two anytime they were around each other. This time proved to be no different.

Secondly, she clearly had a mouth of her own, by show of her lil scene at Queens Center earlier, she could take up for her f.uckin self.

I shrugged her question off nonchalantly, and continued to stare around Harlem and Julissa to see the football game on TV.

"Breanna ," Harlem spoke, still wearing that smile.

Bree frowned her face up and turned her attention away from Julissa .
"You Talk!" She exclaimed half sarcastically.

Harley G had been my best friend since pre-school, and i can honestly say I probably knew her better than I knew myself.
She talked only when she had s*** to say, and held her cards close to her chest at all times. Needless to say, conversations (if you didn't know her) with my day one were few and far between.

So when she <em> did </em> speak... Nigga's listened.

A nd now was no different.

At Bree's remark, Harlem smiled brighter and lifted her leg so that she could place her foot onto the coffee table.

"You have on heels every time I see you." she said. "they're so.... Whats the word im lookin for Ju?"

"High." My sister interjected blandly, shaking her hands in front of her.
"No," Harlem rolled her eyes at Ju for filling in the wrong word.

"They're so... Nice." She finished. "Dont you think Bree's shoes are <em> nice</em> Lil Bit?"

Her eyeballs widened at being included in the awkward assed back and forth they were having,and she started to do that thing with her fingers again.

"Uhmm.. Yes. Great shoes."

"See?!" Harley continued,"Great shoes."

Bree twirled her high heeled feet in the air to show off the shoes saying "I know,right?" rather than the customary <em> thank you</em> that was supposed to be given, while I sat there beside her dumbfounded .

<em>Why the f*** would Harley G open her mouth to talk about shoes.. with Bree </em>
And furthermore, why wa s her foot on my damned table

Harlem's smile didn't waver at all a t Bree's rudeness. In fact, she could have filmed a Colgate commercial at any moment just then.

"Well, do you like mines?" She asked. "And Ju's?"

Julissa mimicked Harley G by placing one of her own feet onto the coffee table so that <em> her </em> patent leather pumps could be seen as well.

"Ehhh ..." Bree shrugged uncommittedly and buried her face into my neck. Kissing it, and whispering how it had gotten too crowded down there.
With her face in my neck, Bree couldnt see the looks that were passed behind her from 2 of the other 3 women in the room. (Lil One still stared at her fingers)

"You know what?" Harley began again.. (she was saying a lot that day)

Bree stopped her assault on me to speak. "What's that?" She asked.
Harlems grin returned and she planted her foot back onto the floor.

"You dont gotta like out s***." She confessed, "Cuz I know <em> mines </em> is finna be spike deep in ya face."

A confused look crossed my face, and before I, or Bree for that matter, could process what the f*** was goin on... Harley had jumped over that coffee table.

Followed quickly by my younger sister, who was already swingin.

finna post now... gotta type...

Run it

I did read this.:) just got finished catch up
Run it

Yay can`t wait!!

RUNNN ITTTTT

puttin to the top so i dnt have to look hard later...

Writing.....

Lmfao . Let the beating begin b*tches !

They are gonna do damage though.

I wanna be a coward and shoot all those hoes lmao!

Ahhhh, revenge has been needed though...

F*ck it , run it !

Run it

Welcome to my story Star..

A makeover at this point would have been to predictable... lol

imma add today... when ma head stop hurtin..

this is gooodd
cant believe im so late
but damn i thought
they was bout to give ava a make over
not beat bree's ass haha
i love shad <3

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH BXTCHESSSSSSS
We about to get some revenge on they asses!!

RUNNN ITTTT

Rotfl Bree bout to get her a** beat lmfao possibly put in a hospital or a body bag lol

i love this story wish u run it more often.

Uh oh, some boots with the spikes. About to do damage.
Least those two girls are good friends.:)

MM I betta beat a b**** ass! #NBS

im glad she told somebody n harley n ju are great run it

I hope thy finna beat her Ass!!!

Run it

<strong>Cont.... Feb 1999 </strong>

<em> Worthless</em>
<em> Used</em>
<em> Worthless</em>
<em> Used..... </em>

I clutched the glass tightly and began to scrape the words into the inside of my forearm,so I wouldn't ever again forget....

I thought about the last 8 years.

<em> Worthless </em>
<em> Used... </em>

A door slammed somewhere in the distance.

<em> Worthless </em>
<em> Used... </em>

<em><strong> "Ava!" </strong></em>

I was shaking. It wasn't me though. Someone was shaking me.

<em> "Ava! What the <strong> f.uck?!</strong></em>

The sting in my palms dulled and I blinked away the tears and Teresa's voice.

Julissa held me close to her, rocking the two of us side to side, sitting in the shattered pieces of mirror in front of me indian style.
I cried so hard on her shoulder that the cotton sweater she was wearing became wet. I cried about my daddy.. How if it weren't for me he would still be here. How if maybe I had been more willing to do the things Tony wanted me to do.. My mother would love me still.

I thought about how I didn't belong here.

Pushing Lissa away from me, I quickly got up from the floor and began hastily throwing clothes a round trying to find the things I'd had on last month.

<em> I had to get out of there. </em>

Harlem who I noticed now had been sitting in that same chair, silent as always, stood to her feet and and grabbed a hold of each shoulder as I was throwing things out of the dirty clothes hamper.

"AVA!" She yelled, shaking me just like Juliisa had. "Just calm down!"

I couldn't though.

I was on a roll.

Whatever had come over me, it was stronger than I was, then I had ever been. And it was urging me to do what <em>I</em> wanted to do. And I wanted.. No I<em> needed </em> to get out of here.

Shrugging violently out of Harlem's grasp, I went back to the hamper.

"What the hell is up wit niggas pushin me today?!" I heard her say.

I was going to miss these two. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks as I finally found that dirty white T-shirt that I'd worn, and began to remove the shirt Julissa let me borrow.

My stupid hair and nerves made it hard to to get the damned thing over my head, and while I struggled a pear of arms enveloped me around my mid-section and I was tossed onto the bed, a slight sting gracing the right side of my face.

"OW!" I yelped, sitting up and facing a now stern faced Harley and a very confused Julissa.

"Now I <strong> ha d</strong> to smack some sense into ya ass..." Harlem stated as I rubbed the side of my face.

"She's right." Lissa cosigned." "You did need that... <em> I </em> probably wouldn't have done it that hard..."

"Quiet Lis!" Harley ordered, turning her attention away from me long enough to toss a hard look Julissa's way.

"And you!" She looked at me, "What the hell? What's wrong with you? You tryna kill yourself or somethin?" She took a hold of my bloodied left arm and lifted it so that I could see the <em> almost</em> W there.

Seeing my arm brought the tears back full fledged and Julissa sat onto the bed next to me, motioning slow circles around my back with her palms.

"Tell us what's wrong Ava." She pleaded. "I dont like you like this."

The door to the bedroom rattled loudly as someone banged loudlly on it to gain entrance.

"It's Deniro. Ignore him." Harley said. "Tell us what got your panties in a bunch?"

Looking into my lap and twisting my fingers around each other in that nervous way I did, I decided to tell them why I'd decided to leave.

Because I <em>was</em> leaving, and I felt that I at least owed them an explanation.
especially Julissa.

"We ran into Deniro's girlfriend today." I confessed, concentrating hard on my hand so as to not look at the two of them.

"Bree?" Ju asked.I subconsciously rolled my eyes at the mention of her name, and confirmed her question. "Yes. Bree."

"Ugh, I dont like the b.itch either," Julissa informed "but I dont try to slit my wrist when I see eeher... What did she do?"

AWhen she'd said slitting wrist, I stopped playing with my fingers and gazed at the unfinished letter.

"Wha t didn't she do?" I casually retorted. At Julissa 's impatient nod for me to get on with the story, I told my <em> friends</em> about the day Bree and Summer stomped me on the b throom floor.

I told them about how they took my pants and shoes, forcing me to catch the bus in the freezing cold. I stopped just after telling them how Ms.Angie, the bus driver had helped me.
Then I told them about what she'd said earlier that day.
"She was right." I finished. "I dont belong here."

The door bell rang and Deniro's insistent banging on the door stoppeed. His footsteps could be heard going down the spiral staircase as I assumed he went to go answer the door.

Julissa 's comforting rubs on my back had stopped somewhere in the middle of my story, and she was now clenching her fist and jaw in that scary way that her brother had earlier.

Harley, who had not sat down the entire time i was talking, now paced the floor in front of us, raking her fingers through her black hair.

She stopped walking abruptly and nodded her head in the 'yes' motion as if coming to some sort of realization, and called Deniro up from downstairs. \

"No!" I shouted. "Harlem! You cant tell him." I insited. "Julissa, <em>please</em>!"

Harlem walked her way over to the door and twisted the knob, unclocking it just as Deniro made it there.

"Wussup?" He asked, staring at the broken glass on the floor, nd then at me.
"You aiight Lil One?"

"She's fine." Julissa quickly told him, "Who was at the door?"
Deniro looked again from the glass and gave the three of us pointed looks before shaking his own head.

"Breana." He told us. "Why?"

Nodding her head again, Harlem said, "Nothing. Just asking...Get out." She slammed the door in Deniro's face and turned to face Julissa and I.

"Ju? You still got those <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwSCJwZK2zo/TFmgifqF2uI/AAAAAAAAAVs/PrK86TSoCn8/s320/ruthiedavis.jpgblack">black stilettos</a> De got you for your birthday?" She asked. "The ones with the spikes.?"
Julissa smiled as some secret message was passed between the two of them in front of me.

"Yup." She answered, "You want 'em?" At Harley's nod, Julissa got up from the bed, and exited the room.

Taking a tan rubber band from around her wrist, Harlem tied her black strand of hair up into a ponytail and faced me.

"Put a shirt on.. And meet us downstairs in 5 minutes."
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the add will be up today... after i get done shoppin. =)

so like... 2 hours... or sumthin like that..

but def today.. durin the day time.. lol

run it

UGH I feel bad for me! That reminds me of this girl
named Amie I know. She HATES herself just like that.
And her mother hates her.. Its all crazy! I feel bad for
me!!! Aweeeee FCK BREE SHE HATEN lol

Run it

thanks a bunch.!

Im workin on it.. =)