A/N: Hi guys! Here it goes!
DC: No Way!
Okay, I'll start at the beginning. I used to live in Xavier's Institute for gifted youngsters. Then, I was taken away by my family, they said it would be better for me. I guess you could say that.
Every now and then, I get a visit from someone close and dear. He'll play around on the rafters of my school cafeteria. When he's not really there I imagine he is. It's fun, then he'll make my peers splash stuff on each other accordingly. You should try it sometime.
When I left Xavier's and Kurt and my friends miles away, I moved to the city of Mooresville. I'm going to Mooresville High School and… I guess it's okay. There's your typical: jocks, preps, stoners, geeks, outsiders, and gangsters. Then, there's the wannabe gangsters. They're all pretty dumb, but I'll live.
I was walking on my way to the caf when a wannabe approached me. "Hey, dawg, wanna go out with me?"
"No." I replied and kept on going. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
"What? Why not ho'?" He said. I punched him in the gut.
"What, why? You not undastand what I's been sayin' homes? I don't think you's pimp enough. You dig, Homes?" I stated and left with that.
I walked around a corner and bumped into Kurt, spilling my books on the floor.
"Oh, gosh. I'm sorry Keety!" Kurt apologized.
"It's, like, okay, Kurt." I replied, and we went to the lunch room to have our peaceful – all exept for when he got flirted with—lunch.
OK, Was it okay? Please! Tell me!
A-buh-bye! ;)
~D. S-W