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Post by Desaree on Sept 24, 2012 11:39:29 GMT -5
Alright, so first let me explain this. I hate Cinderella. The broad didn't have any common sense. So... what we're gonna do is rewrite this movie in story format. You know, throw some niggas in there, take out the talking rats and whatnot, nix the whole slipper thing. You mean to tell me that she was the only one in her town with that shoe size? Yeah, I doubt it... Oh, and let's change her name. Cinderella is now... Sidney or Cindy. Something like that. Have fun!
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Post by danielle15 on Sept 25, 2012 21:14:19 GMT -5
"Cindyyy!!" My step-mom yelled.
"Ma?" I yelled back. I was really fed up with her. She always wanted me to do everything cook, clean, wash. I had to do everything while going to school keeping a 4.0, do sports, and hold down a job.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 26, 2012 22:41:32 GMT -5
"Cindy I told ya ass I'm hungry. I don't have all damn day to be waiting on a meal around here and take out that trash it stinks in here."
"Yes." I said just trying to keep the peace for a minute. As soon as I mopped the floor Quanisha and Zonnique came in scuffing up my clean floor with their ten cent pumps they bought from rainbow.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 27, 2012 8:07:10 GMT -5
"I know ya'll didn't just mess up this floor like that," I snapped. "I'm not mopping again!"
Zonnique looked at me and rolled her eyes. "This floor was not clean, so you can go somewhere with all of that." She looked at the floor behind her. "It's mud all over this floor, girl."
"Is it similar to the mud on the bottom of your wannabe Louboutins?"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 27, 2012 9:55:44 GMT -5
"Wannabe's girl these are the real deal you wish you could rock these. With your dusty ass 992's girl bye." Quanisha said.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 27, 2012 11:04:48 GMT -5
Instead of arguing with her, I dropped the subject. "Like I said, I'm not mopping again." I left the kitchen and went downstairs to my bedroom. Well, my half of a quarter of a basement. My step-mom had all of her stuff down there, leaving barely enough space for me to put my bed and dressers.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 27, 2012 13:00:09 GMT -5
In my bank account I had three thousand dollars saved. I was slowly making a effort to get enough money to move out. I couldn't take this life anymore.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 27, 2012 13:38:57 GMT -5
"Cindy!" Zonnique yelled. "Mama said clean this floor!"
I rolled my eyes and stood up. "I'm coming!"
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 27, 2012 14:05:09 GMT -5
I stomped up the steps and the kitchen looked worst than it did before. I knew they had intentionally crumbled up food and threw it on the floor.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 27, 2012 14:14:38 GMT -5
Quanisha smiled at me as I looked at the floor.
"I said I wasn't cleaning this floor. Now I'm definitely not cleaning this floor."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 27, 2012 14:16:02 GMT -5
"Ma tell Cindy she better get to work." Quanisha said smiling in a devilish way at me.
"See yall asses do too much. I'm tired of this shit." I grabbed the broom swept the trash under the fridge and went back to my room.
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Post by Desaree on Sept 27, 2012 14:19:24 GMT -5
I laid on my bed and looked at the ceiling. Yeah... I was definitely getting up outta there.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 27, 2012 14:48:14 GMT -5
My cell phone started ringing and it said the call was coming from a Barry Godfather. I'd heard of him but I didn't know him enough for him to be calling me.
"Hello." I said.
"Barry here how can I help you?"
"Umm you called me."
"I know and I can tell you need some help." He said in a smooth radio voice. That's when it hit me he was from the WKYZ radio station and I listened to him every morning.
"Am I on air?"
"You sure are so what's your dilemma?"
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Post by Desaree on Sept 28, 2012 11:13:06 GMT -5
"Ummm... give me one second." I placed the phone on my bed, then went upstairs to make sure no one was listening to the radio. "Hello?" I said when I returned.
"I'm still here."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 28, 2012 12:43:19 GMT -5
"So do I just tell you what my problem is?"
"Yep it's that simple and I'll help."
I thought about it for a minute then decided the heck with it. "Well I right now I'm living in a bad situation-"
"Oh wouldn't you know we're out of time maybe we'll call back another day." Barry Godfather had not only cut me off but hung up the phone.
I felt pretty dumb, thinking maybe I had a chance to get some help, but I guess that was too good to be true. I wanted to be mad, but in the back of my mind sat the chance that maybe Barry Godfather might call me back.
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Post by Desaree on Oct 1, 2012 8:11:45 GMT -5
The sound of my stepmother yelling my name brought my attention back to my current situation. Can a sistah get a break every now and then?
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 1, 2012 12:15:07 GMT -5
I ran up the steps and she was standing with her hands on her hips.
"Cindy!"
"Yes." I said irritated.
"I need to you to cook the salmon, yellow rice, and squash, and the peach cobbler. Oh and clean this damn kitchen up. I thought I told you that once."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 1, 2012 13:33:44 GMT -5
"I already cleaned the kicthen."
"Excuse me? I didn't ask what you thought you already did."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 1, 2012 19:21:51 GMT -5
"Ugh." I sighed before rolling my eyes. I just wish somebody would just help me.
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Post by Desaree on Oct 2, 2012 11:06:59 GMT -5
After cleaning the kitchen for the second time and preparing dinner, I went outside and sat on the porch. After a few minutes, the mailman came by. W exchanged hellos before I got my mail. A light blue envelope with a California stamp stuck out to me. It was addressed to me, too.
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