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Tytasia

Tytasia


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PostSubject: Not sure what to call it yet...   Not sure what to call it yet... EmptySat Mar 07, 2009 9:58 pm






I don’t
trust me.



Sounds weird, I know. But the truth is you
have to know someone, really know them, to trust them. Quite frankly, I don’t
know myself…I don’t trust myself. I can’t let go. No time for me to sit and
just think about what I like and what I want to do. Not enough hours in the
day.



Sure there are enough hours for sitting and
reading a magazine, playing with my son or drawing on a puff from my ‘medicated
cigarette’ but not enough hours for me to sit and try to figure out who I am.



I don’t hold myself accountable for any of my
actions because I simply don’t know the person that committed those acts; whether
I commit acts or violence, hatred or even love.






“Is that it?” I asked, as I stared at the
rolled up $20 bill at my feet. He zipped up his pants, spat in the sink and
turned around.



“What did you expect? A hundred?” he asked
and laughed.



I
wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve.



“I told you before we started that I work for
$50 up,”



“Yeah, well you did a lousy job and so you
receive lousy pay,”



This
wasn’t the first time this had happened to me. I was getting ripped off by the
same guy for the last time. I wasn’t going to take this anymore. I picked up
the money and stuffed it in my bra.



“That’s right, take the money, as usual,” he
said, taunting me. Then he turned to leave. “Oh yeah, next time, don’t shove it
down the back of your throat, we lose all the feeling that way,”



I
have had enough.






“Girl, what the hell happened to your face?”
Sun asked me as I stepped around the back of Lucky’s Place. Her real name was
Rachel. She was about 5 feet 8 inches tall with the typical Native American
features.



“I had to get down on a motherfucker for
under paying me,”



“Again Star? Shit, that’s the second time in
three weeks,”



“I know,” I said removing the bloodied tissue
from my lip and tossing it in the trash. I also removed the blonde wig that I
wore when I was ‘undercover’. “And it was the same guy too. At least I got my
money now,” I said, smiling as I removed an extra $175 that I took from the guy
that had under paid me.



“Say word?” Sun exclaimed.


“Word,”


“You beat him down and then took this? Or did
you…”



“Hell no, you know that I don’t roll like
that. I would never give out, ever,”



“Ever,” Sun repeated. “Sun and Star,” she
said and extended her pinky. I wrapped mine around hers in the typical fashion
of two young girls exchanging secrets. She then finished up and closed her
locker. She turned around so that I would tie the back of her dress. “Hey since
you rich wanna loan me $15?”



“What happened to the $20 I loaned you last
week?”



“Just add it to my tab. I’m planning to visit
my little sister today, it being the weekend and all,”



I
remembered Joshua, my 1 year old and I smiled. I was going to get home and play
with him this weekend. Just then, Lucky, the owner of the place, entered to
room.



“Vida, Vegas, Dakota and Star, you guys are
up next,” she called out, consulting a piece of paper.



“Good luck,” Sun said to me when she heard
that my name was called.



“I’m getting outta this one. I have to be with
my son today,”



“How you gon do that?”


“Just watch,” I replied.


While the other girls made a mad dash for the
door, trying to be the first one out so that they could collect what’s theirs
and leave, I walked over to Lucky.



“Lucky,” I said, in the most pathetic voice I
could muster. She looked over and frowned.



“Shit,”

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PostSubject: Re: Not sure what to call it yet...   Not sure what to call it yet... EmptySun Mar 08, 2009 10:22 am

omg bitch ass nigga under paid her lol got his ass beat n robbed!!! lmao this is sooooooooo good!!! i love this! i swear am falling in love with this site all over agen wen i c pieces like this

just when i was gettin depressed abt ma members list! another banging piece pops up!!

LOOOOOOVE THIS!!
UPDATE SOON!
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Tytasia

Tytasia


Female
Number of posts : 3
Age : 33
Humor : FULL OF IT
Registration date : 2009-02-15

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PostSubject: Re: Not sure what to call it yet...   Not sure what to call it yet... EmptyMon Mar 09, 2009 8:11 am

u will trust me...i have like 117 pages AND COUNTING of this story and i still have no idea what to call it *sigh* i'll b updating regularly...why the heck is the layout like that? take ur laptop to school 2moro and teach me how to fix it Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: Not sure what to call it yet...   Not sure what to call it yet... EmptyMon Mar 09, 2009 10:34 pm

aight but i have no idea how to fix it lol i haven't posted a piece yet lol but we'll c!
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