OMG TY GUYS. Now you see why I think… like… how the new generation is? I was really peeved bout wut happened a couple days ago. Anyways, new chapter. Enjoy :)
Glitch was still on the floor, rubbing his face. "You little baby, get up!" I yelled.
"Okay, okay." Glitch then got up and dusted off the grass from his clothing. "What are we going to do?" he asked.
I went into my jeans pocket and pulled out two tickets. "What are those?"
"Michael Jackson concert tickets were going to go in half an hour." I replied.
The little Asian's face lit up with joy. "Really!? Man, I love him! He is now my new role model. Hmm, maybe I can make an outfit for the new Dance Central competition… maybe I can have a red streak in my hair! Or should I do yellow… no I think-
"Do yellow." I interrupted.
"Yeah! Yellow! That would look so fly, I can cut my hair…-
"Don't cut it. Make it grow, maybe a few inches." I interrupted again.
He looked up at me, his eyes wide as melons. "You have swag… F.M Radio" he said with a warm smile. I smiled back. "What are we going to do?" He said.
"You can tell me a little about yourself, that I don't already know." Glitch and I sat down on the curb next to my wooden mailbox.
"Okay. Well my family if from-
"Right… I was born in-
"New York City."
"Right again… my first crush was…"
"You don't know?" he seemed surprised.
"This girl named Abcde."
I looked at Glitch, and then laughed so hard my stomach hurt. "What?" Glitch asked.
"What type of name is ABCDE!? HAHA! Dang. That is too funny! (A/N I know a girl named Abcde in real life XD) Okay, since I'm done laughing… NO IM NOT HAHA! OKAY. IM DONE NOW. I thought your first crush was Mo?"
"I didn't like boys back then."
"When was that?"
"When I was thirteen."
"ABOUT TO BE FIFTEEN. REPLY TO THAT."
"You. Are such a dumbass. Like ugh." I made a big face palm on my head, messing up my bangs. Did I even explain my clothing appearance? Well here. I have bangs over my head to cover a couple of scars, short hair up to my neck, a white top on saying 'I like who I am. You cant change it :)', and regular jeans.
Since you obviously don't know HOW I LOOK like, here is another description. I have brown eyes, small cheeks, big lips, slender body, tall, big feet, and dark skin. I'm done with my description… so now to talk all over again to the child.
"Ok. You told me about you, therefore it's my turn to tell you even more about me."
"I was born in Atlanta, Georgia; grew up with poor clothing; rashes; cut hair; nice world. Everyone was nice, kind, and sang jazz around the streets. I also grew up meeting Michael Jackson when I was thirteen. He gave me A LOT of money to rebuild a couple of things. He must have thought I was that poor… but I really am not. My father is rich, but my mother is poor. I grew up with her sometimes regretting it, but I'm okay. I am a quiet girl around people, who loves to draw, loud by herself, sort of a tomboy, (A/N NOPE. Just describing little bit of me. Yes. I am a major tomboy XD with a crush .-.), dances by herself; still hates dancing around people, sings to herself; still hates singing around people, and crazy around my friends… you got all that? Oh and my family is from Africa, but moved here."
"… Wow… you sure do have a lot of things about yourself."
"Yes I do." I looked at the big clock on my next door neighbor's house. It has been fifteen minutes. We can talk a little bit more. "Now that were done talking about ourselves, I would like to talk about the generation you're in. Tell me ALL about the twelve year olds I fucking hate."
"Okay… yesterday I saw a twelve year old with a crop top only covering her boobs. Booty shorts, red lipstick, mascara, and red highlights."
"… OMFG. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH U CHILDREN?!" I slapped him again.
"THOSE TWELVE YEAR OLD SLUTS. LIKE OMFG. WHAT THE HELL. IF I FIND ONE IN THE NINETIES I WILL SLAP IT ACROSS THE FACE AND MAKE SURE IT DOESN'T HAVE CHILDREN. I AM SO PEEVED." Grr…. I'm so mad. Here are some more reasons I hate the new generation.
Number four- Boys. Omfg. The boys. When I was still in 2012, I saw one smacking girls asses laughing and smocking crack. What the fuck happened? ooo. And one slapped my ass not knowing I have taken boxing. I knocked the bitch so hard he was seeing the future. Not the past. The FUTURE. These dumbass boys.
Number five- Music. LOL THE MUSIC. HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD NICKI MINAJ. Here let me give you a preview… BAG BAG HOE HOE LA LA BUG BA HOE SLUT DAMN NIGGA BOOM BOO BA DA HAHA GIRL TURNS LA LA BA BA BOO DADOOM… this girl. And… GANGNAM STYLE. Its awesome, but when you know what the words are saying. It is shit. It really is. Better than Justin Beiber though.
"YOU KNOW WHAT. WE WILL GO TO THE CONCERT. I WILL CALL MO. Don't tell me where I got the number… AND TELL HIM YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM AND YOUR GAY… KNOW WHAT. I WILL DO IT NOW." I said, filled my madness. Glitch widened his eyes like melons.
"OH MA GOD. GIRL. IF YOU DO THAT, I WILL TURN YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN." He was pissed.
"Try me." I dialed the number on my flip phone and heard it ringing. Couple seconds later Mo answered.
"Hello? Who is this? Is this the police? HAVE YOU FOUND DONG-MIN YET?!" I felt so bad.
"I have… Glitch… with me." I replied calmly.
"WHERE ARE YOU SO I CAN WHOOP YOUR ASS AND TAKE YOU TO JAIL?"
"I'm in 1994."
"GIRL QUIT PLAYIN'."
Glitch took the phone from my hand. "It's okay Mo! She isn't lying! I'm in 1994, and were about to see Jackson! Isn't that so awesome!" he said.
"SHE BRAINWASHED YOU MY CHILD. SHE DID IT. DID SHE RAPE YOU!?" Ugh. He's even dumber than Glitch.
"No Mo. I'm not brainwashed."
"SHE DID IT."
I took the phone back and held on to Glitch's hand. This is taking too long. I pressed the button on my watch. Back to 2012 I guess.
I was back at Mo and Glitch's small home, back in his bedroom, with the video game still on. "Okay Glitch, be very quiet. I'm going to take Mo into the past with us." I said.
I went into his closet and took out one of his jackets to tie Mo with. I sneaked into the living room to find Moses still yelling at the phone. "GLITCH! IM CALLING THE POLICE! ANSWER! TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE! I LOVE YA GLITCH. I SHOULD HAVE WATCHED YOU QUICKER MY CHILD." Oh Mo… I tip toed to him from behind and tied his arms and legs with Glitch's jacket. I'm pretty handy with this dumbo stuff.
"OH MA LORD. OH MA LORD. OH MA LORD! IM BEING KIDNAPPED! GLITCH GLITCH! IM GOING TO DIE!" He screamed.
Of course. I slapped him across the face.
"You know what. Since you KINDA cute. I won't tell you that I will kill if you if you don't be quiet. Glitch you can come out now!" I said.
Glitch came out smiling to see his mentor again. "Sup bro."
Mo's eyes widened with relief. "Glitch! Did she do anything to you! Why are you on her side?!" OMG. He is so overprotective.
"I told you we were in the nineties! We might be missing the concert right now! And you Mo. Are coming with us."
"I AINT GOING ANY-
He was knocked out, drool coming out of his lower lip.
"Hehe. Come on glitch, time to go see the concert." I sat down beside Mo and held to Glitch's arm again. Back to 1994 AGAIN. Now an even longer trip.
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