Curvy Rufioh Nitram - A Shitty Romance
Chapter One ~ only in da ghetto
A young woman that goes by the name of Kerry Young stands in her office. Starting today, she is officially a doctor. Her beauty shines like a dazzling supernova and her hips are so curvy that people set their drinks on them (heheh destery). Her hips dont lie. If her hips ever lie, then dishonor will be brought upon her whole family. She will be contained in the hip correction institution. Some may say her hips do lie, but we know that is not true. We know, and you should be very afraid. DO NOT QUESTION THE HIPS. THE HIPS DO NOT LIE(and now, the weather).She had a hard life growing up in the hood. There were many conflicts between the Crips and the Bloods, and occasionally the Latin Kings. Some of these brawls lasted for weeks. But not as much trouble was caused by them than what happened with the Midnight Crew three years ago. The leader of the Midnight Crew was none other than Holden Valentine himself, the man who tried kidnapping Obama armed with nothing but a man purse and a love letter, and succeeded. One sunny day while going for an ironically relaxing stroll through the dusty, desolate streets of the hood, Kerry heard a gun firing in the distance followed by a couple of police sirens and loud, petrifying screams that no human should ever have to hear.
"Only in da ghetto," Kerry thought to herself.
Kerry continued to strut her fine hips down the cracked sidewalk when all of the sudden, someone sprinted around the corner and slammed into Kerry.
"O-BOMB-A," the stranger screamed in a high pitched voice, steadying himself using her handlebar hips. "I AM SO TERRIBLY SORRY MA'AM, BUT I AM IN A HURRY,"
he exclaimed unnecessarily loudly, wiping his sweaty colorblind hands on Kerry.
"Were you involved with those screams I just heard... Holden?" The clever Kerry asked.
Suspense hangs in the air and Holden starts to sweat.
"Yup, that's me! I'm gonna be the next presidentkage, BELIEVE IT!" Holden smiled and held out his reft hand.
"Um, yeah," Kerry uncomfortably inched away from him.
Holden was... a CLOSE TALKER. Suddenly, A curvy man with gray skin, orange wings and long bull horns, at least two feet in length each, swooped down from the sky while wearing a leather vest with decorative bones attached. He was drinking booze. He grabbed Kerry by her tabletop hips and rested his booze on them while flying her very far away from Mr. Valentine.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Kerry yelled. "YOU JUST RUINED MY CHANCES OF BEING THE APPRENTICE OF HOLDEN FUCKING VALENTINE!" This guy was SUCH an asshole. Even worse than the
apache tracker.
"What's that, doll? Your h1ps are so f***1ng w1de 1 mean l1ke BANGAD*MN, My name 1s ruf1oh by the way,,," he slurred.
"Get the fuck off of me."
Rufioh dropped Kerry about three miles away from her home and flew away never to be seen again. He was like a guardian angel, only drunk and unknowing of when Kerry was actually in danger or not. To this day, Kerry wonders what race he was, why he paused so much between his words, and his life story.
