Some people tell a story ’n it don’t make no sense or be true. Two weeks from now? Sure you can do anything when you talking or writing, it’s not like living when you can only do what you doing. Guess ’cause I don’t know how far I’m gonna go with this story, or whether it’s even a story or why I’m talkin’ whether I’m gonna start from the beginning or right from here or two weeks from now. I got suspended from school ’cause I’m pregnant which I don’t think is fair. I should be in the eleventh grade, getting ready to go into the twelf grade so I can gone ’n graduate. I had got left back in the second grade too, when I was seven, ’cause I couldn’t read (and I still peed on myself ). I was left back when I was twelve because I had a baby for my father.
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