the дата in this story is, September 13, 2013
I'm a singer from Kansas. Ты never find those famous singers out there anymore. But acouple years ago, age 12, i went to Encino, California. I'm now a California girl. I actually live Далее to Michael Jackson's kids, Prince, Paris, and Blanket. Me, Prince, and Paris are going to school together. It's thierfourth год in Buckley Middle and High Private School. My first.
"I don't care if Ты need to be picked up! Just go with your stupid friends!" Mom hissed as she pulled up to the school. I got out before she stopped the car. She cussed, but i payed no attention. Paris was waiting for me. I have to admit, she looked pretty good on the first день of school. All I was wearing was jeans and my Избранное Michael Jackson tshirt.
"When is your mom not cussing?" She had a joking tone, but i could tell she was kindof serious.
"Hmmm, that's a hard one." I joked right back. She chuckled.
"Hey, can Ты take me to your house today?" I asked.
"Ofcourse!" She сказал(-а) happily.
"Cool, now where's Princey?" I like to call him Princey because it makes him mad. I havent seen, much less talk, to him all summer.
"Probaly flirting with girls." Paris replied.
"Boo." A male voice filled my ear. I yelped and turned around as fast as i could.
"Prince!" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Nicole!" He hugged me right back.
"Ok Любовь birds, lets go inside before the колокол, колокольчик, белл rings." Paris pulled us apart. We walked inside and went to our lockers.
"Um, Nicole, can Ты help me with my locker?" Paris asked.
"You've been doing this how many years?" I joked. She rolled her eyes.
"Ok, what's your number?" I asked.
"You already have my cell phone number." She joked back.
"Haha."
"It's 5-30-5." She informed.
"Is it that hard to open an easy number?" Prince
joined the joking conversation.
"Are Ты haveing one of Ты blonde days?" I asked jokingly.
"Atleast I'm not a blonde." She shot back.
"Hey, I've got some black in here!" I touched my bangs. She rolled her eyes again and walked off. Me and Prince walked to first hour.
"I hate math." I exclaimed.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a blondie and there are too many numbers!" I make fun of my self for being blonde alot. Prince chuckled.
"Hi Nicole!" A Болталка person came up to me. She had me sign her notebook.
"No one knew Ты were coming here." Prince informed after the girl left.
"Ohhh! Well, I sure am going to get alot of 'hi's'!" We sat down and waited for the teacher.
I'm a singer from Kansas. Ты never find those famous singers out there anymore. But acouple years ago, age 12, i went to Encino, California. I'm now a California girl. I actually live Далее to Michael Jackson's kids, Prince, Paris, and Blanket. Me, Prince, and Paris are going to school together. It's thierfourth год in Buckley Middle and High Private School. My first.
"I don't care if Ты need to be picked up! Just go with your stupid friends!" Mom hissed as she pulled up to the school. I got out before she stopped the car. She cussed, but i payed no attention. Paris was waiting for me. I have to admit, she looked pretty good on the first день of school. All I was wearing was jeans and my Избранное Michael Jackson tshirt.
"When is your mom not cussing?" She had a joking tone, but i could tell she was kindof serious.
"Hmmm, that's a hard one." I joked right back. She chuckled.
"Hey, can Ты take me to your house today?" I asked.
"Ofcourse!" She сказал(-а) happily.
"Cool, now where's Princey?" I like to call him Princey because it makes him mad. I havent seen, much less talk, to him all summer.
"Probaly flirting with girls." Paris replied.
"Boo." A male voice filled my ear. I yelped and turned around as fast as i could.
"Prince!" I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Nicole!" He hugged me right back.
"Ok Любовь birds, lets go inside before the колокол, колокольчик, белл rings." Paris pulled us apart. We walked inside and went to our lockers.
"Um, Nicole, can Ты help me with my locker?" Paris asked.
"You've been doing this how many years?" I joked. She rolled her eyes.
"Ok, what's your number?" I asked.
"You already have my cell phone number." She joked back.
"Haha."
"It's 5-30-5." She informed.
"Is it that hard to open an easy number?" Prince
joined the joking conversation.
"Are Ты haveing one of Ты blonde days?" I asked jokingly.
"Atleast I'm not a blonde." She shot back.
"Hey, I've got some black in here!" I touched my bangs. She rolled her eyes again and walked off. Me and Prince walked to first hour.
"I hate math." I exclaimed.
"Why?"
"Because I'm a blondie and there are too many numbers!" I make fun of my self for being blonde alot. Prince chuckled.
"Hi Nicole!" A Болталка person came up to me. She had me sign her notebook.
"No one knew Ты were coming here." Prince informed after the girl left.
"Ohhh! Well, I sure am going to get alot of 'hi's'!" We sat down and waited for the teacher.
