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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="">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>
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.


Freakin aye!


im finna type the rest i guess.. it'll be up 2nite too.

Jan 1999

<strong> Shad</strong>

I pulled her hair harder as I placed my left hand at the small of her back and pressed down, getting deeper. And deeper. And f***in deeper.

<em> Yeah </em>

Gettin her s***.

Tristen yelled louder, and louder still. Each stroke I took given her some kind of high.

"Girl hush!" I half ass whispered to her, untwisting my right hand from the long black strands that was Trissa's hair and slapping her ass.

That loud s*** wasn't cool at all. And there were 2 problems with what was goin on. One, I had already told this broad that <em> my homey</em> was in the next room sleep , and Two, She was <strong> too</strong> loud. Just yellin and s***.

Wantin to be heard.

I thrusted harder inside her, faster, as I felt her walls clenching around me through the magnum.

The pussy was aiight, but I was ready to be done with ol' girl.

The headboard hit against the wall and Trista burried her face deep into the mattress as I continued to bang her out.

That tingly feeling was just now starting to rise in my legs, and Tessa was commin again. Her knees gave out, makin her collapse onto her stomach, but that didn't stop me though. My nut was commin, and i wasnt bout to let up until the condom i had on was good and used.

Once that small tingle turned into <em> that</em> feeling, and i had gotten my nut off, I was out of the bed and tossin feminine clothes off the floor and an onto the bed for what's her name to get dressed and out.

"Thanks ma." I told her, usin the common New York term niggas use for affection while throwin on some grey Nike basketball shorts.

"I thought I was stayin the night with you, Deniro?" Trava asked, gathering the clothes and began to put them on.

Didnt I just give the chick her s*** and say <em> thanks </em>? To me, that <em> clearly</em> states yo ass <strong> aint </strong> stayin the night.
"You did." I remarked, "It's after 2 am."

I waited a feew more seconds for her to get her s*** together before I pulled the bedroom door open to show her out.
Taresa smacked her lips (<em> I hated that s***</em>) and made her way out of the door, attempting to grab ahold of my hand as we passed bedroom doors and headed toward the stairs.

<strong> FOUL</strong>

I dont do that "hand holdin" s***. Homegirl had just solidified that I would <strong> not </strong> be calling her again. Aside from the fact that I couldn't remember her f***in name, the pussy was just okay,the head was mediocre, and she was <em> clearly </em> clingy then a muhh-f***a.

And I didn't need that s***. A straight "get back to the money" type nigga, the only chick that was gone be at my hip was this <strong>clip</strong>.

<em> Forreal. </em>

More?? today?

Where is theadd???
run it!!


New Reader:

First off I want to say that your writing is really amazing. They way you describe things so vividly make me believe that I can actually see it.

Bree and Summer are b****es, someone needs to give those two an ass whoopin', forreal'.

Aww, i'm glad Ava has a happy ending with Shad, they seem like they were made for eachother.

Her mom really did all that s***, poor Ava has a tough ass life.

Eww, shad is a man-whore :( Not a good look.

Anyway, I love the way you go back an forth between the present and the past.

Run it.

You said that last year !


YAYYY!! :)

finna add...


Run it!! That would get so annoying!! Having him f***ing all those girls & keeping her up. Smh Man whore!!!

run it



wow run it

Smt, what he know bout any damn math!?

Pshhh! Ugh!


Nuuhnnn all in my damn work!

Run it! Lol

Ew D is a man-ho !
But if they all loud .. That means he has the good d*** .. 
I think they wanna get it in tho
" You got that wrong "
Well damn ... at least try to help her out son !


<strong>jan 1999</strong>

"D! Ohh s*** Deniro yes... Right there."

This man and these women...

There was a different one every night. I could tell because even though they were all loud, each of them <em> sounded</em> different.

The second night i was here, I would have sworn he was murdering the chick in the other room.

Then I heard the headboard hit the wall.

That cleared up that assumption, and formed a new one.

<em> what the hell <strong> was</strong> he doing to them? </em>

I mean... I knew what he was doing... but I found myself wondering what exactly was going on in the next room.

The bed began to squeak faster, that headboard hitting the wall and effectively keeping me from getting any sleep.

"Girl be quiet!" Deniro berated. His words a bit muffled due to the wall between us.

"I told you you cant be makin all that damned noise!"
The shouts that came after were duller by comparison, but i think it would be safe for me to say it was only due to the thick pillow i'd placed roughly over my head.

Under the circumstances, I could say that the past few weeks had been the best I'd had in a while. Though he hadn't said one word to me since that first day, Mr. Deniro himself had taken it upon himself to allow me to stay with him, and he'd also made sure that I was comfortable at all times, bringing breakfast up to <em>his</em> room where I slept, running bathwater for me, and keeping my body cold with ice to help the bruising.

Those were really the only times i'd actually saw him, or anyone else for that matter most times. In the morning, he'd bring up breakfast, run a hot bath for after I was finished, then the ice, in which he himself stuck to me by covering the freezer bags onto my abdomen with that ace bandage wrap. Then, he'd grab a shirt and boxers from his dresser drawers, and jeans from one of many hangers in his neatly organized closet, and exit the room until midday when he would bring fast food of some kind, usually Popeyes, and again at night, to bring more food.

I'd found out that though she was his sister, Lissa didn't stay with shad, and Harley, shads right hand man (use that term loosely) lived on the other side of town in Hillside town homes. Lissa stopped by on the weekends most most times, due to school and having a social life, and I saw Harley occasionally whenever she came over to see Shad.

It took me a couple weeks to actually be able to walk around and s*** comfortably, but i had called Junior Wroth High and officially dropped myself out of school and enrolled into independent studies for obvious reasons.

Bree and her goonies could keep me from that building, but nothing would stop me from gettin my diploma and getting the hell out of New York.

Shads entertainment for the night couldn't control herself as I began to hear her cries and that damned headboard even through the pillow.

Takin the situation into my own hands, I took it upon myself to borrow a pear of grey sweats and wife beater from Deniro's dresser, and removed my pre Cal book from beneath my bed.

As long as I was up, I may as well figure some of these problems. I wasn't a dumby by any means.. but Pre- Calculas was not my friend. She made a mockery of me each time I opened the book and stared at the letters and numbers squashed together...

It just wasn't natural.

Tip-toeing quietly to the door and twisting the knob slowly before opening the door. Every light in the place was off, so I felt my way around until i came to a light switch panel, flipping them all in the opposite direction of what they were in until the downstairs light finally came on.

I made my way down the spiral stairs for the first time ever. Holding onto the banister tightly as I crept down them, I took notice that there were no family pictures adorning the walls. Instead, there were mirrors on each surface that could possibly have one. On the walls, circular mirrors went down from top to bottom in size from larges to smallest. The onyx colored coffee table was centered with a mirror as well as the end tables and large dining room table.

All had mirrors in their center.

A black rap-around couch,a chase, a 36 in tv screen, along with said coffee and end tables were the only pieces of furniture in the living room, and that table along with 4 chairs were in the dining room. Opting to not sit on the couch in the living area I sat my calc book and notebook onto the dining room table and pulled out a chair.

Removing my notebook from between the book and pulling the pencil from between its spirals, I turned to the required page and read the introduction for what seemed to be the millionth time.

<em>In mathematics, the concept of a "limit" is used to describe the value that a function or sequence "approaches" as the input or index approaches some value. The concept of limit allows mathematicians</em> <em>to define a new point from a Cauchy sequence of previously defined points within a complete metric space. </em>

<em> Blahh ... Blahhh effing blah.</em>

That wasn't anything helpful to me.
That didnt tell me what this sideways 8 was supposed to do, nor did it say anything about the value of the damned x.

You see what I meant about this b****?

"You got that wrong."

I dropped my pencil clumsily on the table and about jumped out of my skin as Me. Deniro made his presence known.Standing directly behind me, barely touching the back of my chair and looking over my shoulder at the half solved equasion.

First he doesnt say <strong> anything</strong> to me for the past 3 and a half weeks, then keeps me up all night with his little girlfriends... or whatever. And then he comes and gets in my business.

I mean sure, Whatever, he might have been trying to help, but i was pissed at this calculus s***, and if it could talk, I'd take my anger out on it.

Brushing my hair back behind my ear and clutching my notebook close to me, I said my first words to him since that day as well.

"And just how do you know?"

okay yall.. i been typing all damned day n im tired... ups for the rest.


LOL . And I love Bree :)

Lmao , I'm kidding ! TALENTED ass bishes ! RUN THIS SHEED !

Mee, me me me me!!! *jumps up and down!
Please add

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6 new!!!

Who rocks?!?!?





. You guys do!!



Who wants an add??

awwww snap...i wonder who that is :/

Ok I like this story alot!!! Run it!!! Her mother and "boyfriend" are trifling as f***! That is just too sad. and Bree...smh when I was cool again I would take my ass right to school and f*** her up the first chance I got!!! Run it! The talent show was cute, but who is this chick?? run it

That was too cute, I can't stop laughing. Run it

Awww cute! KML @the lip gloss part. RUUNN ITTT!!!

Hahahaha Awww Shaddy babes!! All protective daddy on thur asses!! hahaha thats sooo CUTE!!

Awww our babies did they damn thang up on the stage, My baby gon` go get it!! hahaa.. Lil starlets (All of them) TOO CUTE!!

Ohhh WTF!!! D? u serious, what Shad been up to?..


and please don`t make us wait a century LMAO

Run it

Thanks Ash bash!

Wellllcome!!! new reader!!













<em> I need</em>
<em> for you to back up off'a me. </em>
<em> I need</em>
<em> for you to leave me alone and </em>
<em> I need </em>
<em> For you to stop callin me..</em>
<em> but boooyyyy.... </em>
<em> What I, dont need,</em>
<em> Is for you stop callin me</em>
<em> Late at night </em>
<em> Tellin me how sorry you are</em>
<em> Iii.... need..</em>
<em> I need.. </em>
<em>I need..</em>
<em> I need </em>
<em> Yeahhhh... </em>

<strong>"SING THAT s*** BABIES!!! SING IT! </strong>
I loudly encouraged.

We dont like it.. We try to deny it, and prove them wrong as hard as we can... but yall know when people say... <em> If they cant do s*** else... Black folks know how to act a damned fool?</em>

Well, they were absolutely, un equivocally correct. And Ashley,Harley, and I were intent on showin them how <em>this </em> night. The girls had been practicing for weeks, and now they were finally on stage and live at Martin Luther King Elementary's 1st ever talent contest.

Aries and the girls had made up an original song and step, and were now belting their little hearts out for the filled to capacity auditorium.

Shad however, was seated in the chair next to me, with a sleeping Quarry in his lap, complaining about small s***, as usual.

"What the?... Back up off ha?" He questioned as they sang the chorus. "Late at night? Who in the hell?" He grabbed my arm, pulling me down to where my ear was at his mouth so that I could hear him over the noise.

"Ava... Why ain't they singin about lip gloss... Or.. Or, some puppies and s***?" He stuttered half angrily. He was making me miss the damned show is what he was doing.

And what a show it was...

Ashley had designed the cutest little neon green and hot pink school girl uniforms to perform in, complete with pleated skirts, super high top chuck taylor's, and vest with the words "Them Girlz" bedazzled on the back of each them in clear rhinestones.

I thought they looked adorable, while Shad had expressed repeatedly to Ash that she should have made their skirts about four inches longer. And the girls? They thought they were <em> the s***.</em> Let Italy tell it, They were "<strong>badd</strong>".

That's with two "d's".

My Keia baby sung her verse and strutted around the stage while the others stood slightly behind her, their little hips swaying to the beat, performing the choreographed steps they'd been perfecting.
Every so often, T'keia would do a part of the step along with the group, and you would swear they were a real life singing group instead of 5 little girls goin at it for a first place talent show trophy.

"Shad leave me alone!" I berated him, swatting his arm when he tried to say something else.

Italy was in mid-rap right now, And just over Harley screaming how "that was her baby" I could make out Italy telling the crowed about some little boy beggin her to take him back, and how her mama didn't raise no fool, while the others continued to hype the audience and dance that step.

Toward the end of her rap, Aries stepped to the front of the stage and lifted one arm into the air Lil Wayne style, and used the other to put the mic close to her lips and yelled, "Talk to her JASE!"

A little boy about as tall as a chihuahua skipped onto the stage, decked out in a suit that his mother had to have ordered online from some backwoods shop in Wilakoocha, Mississippi, and began to walk circles around Italy as he rapped.

<em>Now I done talked to ya homegirls</em>
<em> All soft and stuff </em>
<em> Tryna get back into ya world.</em>
<em> Cause life's too tuff </em>
<em> Without you, </em>
<em> I'm Blue, without her clues.</em>
<em> I'm gum already chewed </em>
<em> To you, </em>
<em> I'll stay true</em>
<em> You need me, </em>
<em> I need you</em>
<em> Ayyyeee!!!</em> He finished, doing a danced they called they "dougie".

Italy then dramatically pushed Jase away from her and the girls joined together in harmony once more to singe the chorus one last time.

Thrity minutes, a third grade juggler and a 5th grade gymnast later, "Them Girlz" had taken the first place trophy and we we're all gathering are kids, congratulating them and making our way to the door.

"What's up D? You didn't call me..." Some girl asked, walking up to us boldly and placing her hand on her hip. I didn't know who the hell to slap the s*** out of first, the chick or Mr."Deniro" himself...