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Date Posted: 19:46:38 10/13/02 Sun
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Chelle ~*~ Lil Hot Mami ~*~
's message, "One More Chance? ~*~ Storee` ~*~" on 13:14:52 10/11/02 Fri
Thanx Brit Brit!!! And girl them girls on that board thing was wrong. Anywho here's the rest of the story.
This year had to be a good one. I mean we were senios, the Triple A's were amongst the most popular people, I was on the squad and captain, and my baby was going just fine. But I guess I should tell you now since I didn't tell you before. Well I got pregnant with Malante` when I was about 16 1/2. His father was my first boyfriend and my first love I guess you could say. Nhikoles Ali Romerio, lawd was he fine. All the girls wanted him but for some reason he wanted me. And of course Rashia and Konia were upset.
But anyway we started dating when we were about 13 1/2 or so. He was 5'9 then and mixed with Columbian and Black, with these light green hazel eyes. He had a medium brown complexion and this curly brown hair that was just so cute. Well we moved kind of fast some people say. Just because at 15 1/2 we started having sex. Yeah that was fast but when we were 16 I found out I was pregnant. At that same time he told me that his family was moving. So you can guess that I didn't tell him about the baby, because one he was moving and two I'd rather have two people mad at me than four. And lastly three I was still unsure if I was going to raise the baby or give him/her up for adoption.
But after I started going to the doctor and feeling the baby kick I decided to keep him. And on May 17th, 2002, St. Patrick's Day, I gave birth to Malante` Nhikoles Solomon Christoff Fredieu Romerio. He was so beautiful. He had his father's curly hair and complexion. While he had my eyes and my good looks. But I haven't cared about anything in this world so much since Nhik left. The one thing that I knew that I had to do was buckle down and make sure I did well in school. And didn't get labeled as an uneducated teen mother like so many are labeled.
Tiny: Well I'm screwed. I've got old Mr. White for my first class. What about y'all?
Lyric: Well I got Ms. Martinez. That lady is forever PMSin I swear. What about you Driya?
Me: Ohhh I got Mr. Moore. Hey now. I've been waiting three years for this. Oh yeah. Go me, go me, go me!
Tiny: You are not funny. That junk ain't right or fair. I was supposed to get Mr. Moore first.
Lyric: Girl you need help. Well the bell rang so let me get to Ms. Martinez's class before she tries to start somethin cuz I'm late.
Me: Okay see you at lunch.
Tiny: Bye girl.
We all went our separate ways to our casses so we weren't late. I walked in class and looked for a seat in the front. There was only one left and I raced to get in it. In Mr. Moore's class you had to race to get in a good seat since he was so fine. Not like most of our teachers. He taught Calculus so I knew I would get a good grade in this. If I have a cute teacher I can concentrate better.
I know it's bad but hey anything that helps me get into a good college that's legal I'll do.
While I was getting my notebook out and ready in walked this tall fine guy. I mean drop dead gorgeous, and make you smack your mama fine. That's how fine he was. There was something very familiar about him, but I just shook it off. As he walked past me he smiled and you know I smiled back. And then he sat right behind me.
Mr. Moore: Well I am Mr. Moore and this is Calculus. If you aren't in advanced math I suggest you go see your counseler for a schedule change.
No one raised their hand, so he continued.
Mr. Moore: Okay with that said and done. When I call your name come up and get a book. Now since this is the 21st century, some of your names are a little crazy so just correct me if I say it wrong. Janine Ambercrombie, Monica Anderson, Jerome Berkley, Christopher Nangle, Malik Dickerson, Jason Donahue, Amileanya Donovan. Okay this one I might mess up. Aless...Alex...umm Alexandriya Fred?
Me: It's Alessandriya Fredieu, but everyone calls me Driya.
Mr. Moore: Okay. I'll remember that. Here's your book.
Me: Thanks.
I walked back to my seat as he continued to call out name and give out books. I wrote my name in my book and turned through the pages while occasionally looking up at Mr. Moore. Oh yeah he was looking at me too. I knew he was checking me out, get it girl.
While I was looking though the book I noticed that most of the problems were easy. Why is it that the subject you hate the most always comes easy to you? That's how Science was for me too. I always passed everything with an A or a high B. That made my parents happy.
Then Mr. Moore said something that caught me off gaurd. He said his name. The one and only guy that made me weak in the knees everytime he was around. I looked around to see who would get up. And sure enough it was the guy that was sitting behind me. I dropped my book and that knocked over my purse. And to make things worse my keys fell out my purse which had a picture of Malante` on it.
Me: Damn it.
Nhik: Here let me help you with that.
Me: Ummm uh no I got it. Don't worry about it. It's coo.
Nhik: Driya will you at least let me help you? Damn girl.
Me: Okay okay. Go ahead.
Aiight I gotta go so I'll add the rest tomorrow after I get off of work. Since I get off so early, 3 o'clock. So I'll hit y'all with the next part in a bit.
Peacez,
Chelle
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