Well, hey. I have been kind of gone for a long time because of school. I wanted to start fresh with everything so I started a new story, which I hope you guys can enjoy. I may come back to my old ones, it's all up in the air at this point. Time will tell. Most of the music I'll be using in this story will be rap music. Trust me, it has more meaning than you think it would. Read, enjoy, review. The usual 3
I never take a day off, work around the clock
My engineer gettin' paid off
Rock like aseop, light the weed and take off
So high I cannot see Adolf
Now I got these rappers all breakin up a sweat
Cause everytime I get up on the mic I come correct
And I learned it from the best, always dressed in something fresh
Lookin' for a little dime, big butt and nice chest
Yes, they heard I used to rock guests
But now I'm rocking clothes that ain't in the stores yet
Travel back in time, I'm in a vortex
Trying to make it work out think I need more reps
Used to take the bus now the boy board jets
Cause kids got me buzzing like a fucking hornet
They say I got next, tell em that I got now
It's all Disney, boy my family proud
Make 'em say ow, make 'em say oh
The hoes that tell me yes, the same ones that tell ya no
Whoa, I ain't just an average joe,
Way above the average flow, boy my life is most dope
"My mom made me move here. But, you know, the funny part? She didn't come move with me. You want to know an even funnier part? She told me that if she listened to me, none of this would have ever happened. She made it seem that everything that happened back home was my fault. Uh, no. Not really." Meredith Grey ranted on without even taking a breath. "And! She's making me move in with one of her coworkers that just recently moved to New Jersey. No. What the fuck."
"Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about," The seventeen year old's new therapist sighed. "Do you feel abandoned?"
"No, not really. I mean my Dad left when I was three for some other family, but that really doesn't bother me. My mom? She was always working and it's not like this is much different. She's just a bitch."
Samantha Greyson looked down at her notes, "Did you leave behind a boyfriend or anything of that nature?"
"No," She avoided eye contact. "But, uh, I have to go finish moving into my old house. Sorry for cutting this short or something. Next week, same time, right?"
"Yes."
The blonde pulled her sweatshirt over her head before exiting the spacious office. moving to her car she took a deep breath, pushing back all thoughts from her old life in New York City.
No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile
Pursuit to be happy only laughing like a child
I never thought life would be this sweet
It got me cheesing from cheek to cheek
And I ain't gonna wait for nothing cause that just ain't my style
Life couldn't get better, this gon' be the best day ever
"Mrs. Sloan," Meredith yawned, walking into the kitchen. "Is it alright if I park on the street in front of the house, so I don't block anyone in?"
"Yeah, that's perfectly fine, Meredith. There's leftovers in the fridge if you want to eat anything. Feel free to eat in your room if you'd like."
"Thanks," Meredith smiled before grabbing the plate and a fork and ascending up the stairs and into her room. About two minutes later, her door opened and Anna Sloan's son walked inside.
"Alright, here's the deal Grey. My parents are going out of town tonight and that means I'm throwing a party. Do me a favor and stay in here. I don't need to explain my moms whole charity case situation." Mark looked up from his phone.
"Are you naturally a douchebag or do you try and achieve this level of jackass?" She looked up at him.
"It comes naturally," He smirked before closing the door. Meredith took a deep breath before rising to her feet. Dying of thirst just wasn't working out for her. Walking into the basement, she let out an inaudible groan. "Do you listen?"
"Alright, Sloan, one thing you'll learn about me is that I don't take shit from anyone. And, hanging out with a few friends is not a party. Get over yourself." With that, she walked towards the bar and grabbed a soda.
"Way to be a bitch," He rolled his eyes. "You probably deserved those damn bruises, just get out of here."
Meredith just walked away. She didn't run, she walked. If she ran, that meant he won. He did not win. He would never win with saying something like that.
If it ain't about the dream, then it ain't about me
Gon' a couple four weeks without a good night's sleep
Imagination, making, musical creation
The journey that I'm facing plus the paper that I'm chasing
Got me crazy after sane with the lames I see you hating
But there's nothing that can change it, thumbs up I'm maintaining
No complaining when it's raining, I'll be in another zone
Move out my mothers home to a world I call my own
I ain't gonna play around no more
Find the difference from the ground and the floor
If we gotta fight, I'll be down for the war
Thumbs up, homie I'll be sure
"He's only being a douche because he lost his chill room," Meredith's head snapped back to see one of his friends walking onto the back porch.
Meredith shrugged, "It's whatever, I still think he's a straight up asshole."
"Oh, he is. This is pretty bad though and I apologize on his behalf. I'm Derek Shepherd, Mark's best friend."
"Meredith Grey," She took a long drag of her cigarette before exhaling her breath. "I'm sorry you're stuck dealing with him all the time."
He smiled. "I think I can deal with it now that you're here. Come hang out with the crew tonight, I think you'd fit in."
Meredith tired to not smile, but she couldn't help it. "I'll think about."
"Good."
No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile
Pursuit to be happy only laughing like a child
I never thought life would be this sweet
It got me cheesing from cheek to cheek
And I ain't gonna wait for nothing cause that just ain't my style
Life couldn't get better, this gon' be the best day ever