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Andrea Weaver September 18, 2002 Block 1 Erin I don’t know him. All he did was, to put it politley, stick it in my mother, pulled his pants up and went to the next dumb broad. Next thing you know she finds out she is pregnant with me. Pregnant by that sickening excuse for a father. Not even worth label of a sperm donor. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my name is Erin. Erin Deijhanique Bell. Look at me, telling my business and not introducing myself. I am a junior at Oakland Tech, or as the white folks like to call it Oakland Technical High School. I am from them shady 80’s in E.S.O. Which means East Oakland in the 80’s. I have been living here all my life with the fam. The fam is Moms, my brother Marcus and I. If you haven’t guessed I don’t live with my father, so just forget about him he ain’t nobody. So anyway, I have been discovered in the prime of my life. I am one beautiful singer. I should be I have been doing my singing thing all my life. I damn sure deserve every penny I make doing it. My “producer” has had me going from town to town, singing here and there, making some extra cash, and just doing it big. I have no weekends and no weekdays. During the week school is priority and on the weekend singing is priority. Ever since I did my first shows my friends have been telling me but forget them. Last week Tylawnya gone say, “You aint never got time for us no more. You and that singing shit. That’s why you aint got a nigga, cause you be neglecting everybody.” Tylawnya is just who she is. We used to be worst enemies before we became friends. She hated my guts. She couldn’t stand the sight of me and let everybody in our 4th grade class know it too. That all ended one day when she confronted me about something she heard I said. I told her exactly what I thought about her. She laughed and respected me for it. Ever since then she became my friend and then into my best friend. My other friend Andrea takes to my defense, “Ty, girl shut up. Your ass just jealous cause you can’t sing and niggas ain’t breaking they neck’s to talk to you.” Andrea is always taking up for me, that is my girl. We call her Drea. She makes people guys in particular call her Queen Drea but I don’t. She never says she is pretty or better looking she just is who she is.
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