This story is mostly misceláneo things that happen to me in story form. I just added some characters, changed some names and voila! So it’s very weird and tu may even find it funny. So enjoy
“Ms. M give me the phone!” I was crawling over the mesa, tabla trying to take her mora, blackberry away from her again. This happened about twice a week. Why tu may ask? To talk to Jaafar of course! Our twice, maybe three o four times a week phone conversations had been going on since December. The only challenge was convincing Ms. M, my música production teacher, to give me her phone so I could call the house. tu see, Ms. M goes to church with Kat, which is Jaafar’s grandmother. She’s known their family for years! Ms. M looks 25 o 26, but she’s not (Don’t tell her I told you!). Now, back to the present. As usual, Ms. M gets tired causing her to relinquish her phone into my sweaty palms. I then wave the phone victoriously in the air and sit back in my blue swivel chair.
“Fine, but don’t embarrass me”, Ms. M dicho defeated
“When do I ever?” I asked scrolling down her contacts. “….Kai, Kanye, Katherine!”
After a few rings I heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Hello?”
“Hey Donte, it’s Kayla”, I answered
“Hey Kay, I haven’t seen tu in weeks! Are tu ever going to come and visit us again?” He sounded sad. That’s very unusual. He must be in one of his moods. A trip to Chuck E Cheese aught to do him some good.
“How about we go to Chuck E Cheese? You, me, your cousins?” I hope he’d say yes. He may have graduated high school, but there’s still times when he and Randy act like 10 año olds. Those are the good times.
“Sure! When?” he asked excitedly
“When Blanket gets out of school” Somehow Blanket talked his teacher into giving him 2 weeks off for Spring Vacation so he still has another week of school left.
“But, that’s in a week!”
“You’ll live! Now let me talk to your brother.”
“Randy?” he asked. He does this every time I call and he respuestas the phone. He knows exactly who I want to talk to.
"No"
“Jermajesty?”
“No” It’s a good thing he’s only got 3 brothers because if he had más I’d slap him!
“Oh, tu mean my younger brother Jaafar. The one also born in 1996 that tu think is a “freakin’ hot tamale”. I now regret telling Ms. M that.
I could hear Jaafar in the background, “Is that Kayla? Give me the phone!”
“Bye K-“ Donte’s voice was cut off por Jaafar’s. “Hey”
“Hi”, now Donte made this extremely awkward.
“So, tu think I’m a hot tamale?” he asked.
Crap. Now I have to think fast. “Um, yeah. As in our a hot tamal that burns me when I touch you?” Okay, that was dumb. Maybe he’ll leave it alone.
“Oh, okay then” did he sound sad? Maybe I’m just imagining things. “Um Prince wants to talk to you” Before I could say anything I heard Prince’s voice “Is it true?!”
“Is what true?” I asked confused
“Do tu really like Jaafar?” he replied
“What?!” I asked, this couldn’t be happeneing.
“I said, are we really going to Chuck E Cheese when Blanket gets out of school?”
Oh, so that’s what he said. “Oh, yeah. I promise I’ll take tu guys siguiente week” I dicho relieved.
“Ok, we gotta got to karate. Jaafar dicho he’ll call tu tomorrow. He wants your number”
Yes, He wants my number! “Okay, it’s (***) ***-****.”
“Okay, bye Kayla” Prince said
“Bye Princeola”, I dicho then hung up.
Ms. M stood up from her chair excitedly. “Does this mean that tu won’t fight me for my phone?” she asked
“Maybe”, I dicho then walked out of her classroom.
“Ms. M give me the phone!” I was crawling over the mesa, tabla trying to take her mora, blackberry away from her again. This happened about twice a week. Why tu may ask? To talk to Jaafar of course! Our twice, maybe three o four times a week phone conversations had been going on since December. The only challenge was convincing Ms. M, my música production teacher, to give me her phone so I could call the house. tu see, Ms. M goes to church with Kat, which is Jaafar’s grandmother. She’s known their family for years! Ms. M looks 25 o 26, but she’s not (Don’t tell her I told you!). Now, back to the present. As usual, Ms. M gets tired causing her to relinquish her phone into my sweaty palms. I then wave the phone victoriously in the air and sit back in my blue swivel chair.
“Fine, but don’t embarrass me”, Ms. M dicho defeated
“When do I ever?” I asked scrolling down her contacts. “….Kai, Kanye, Katherine!”
After a few rings I heard a familiar voice on the other end. “Hello?”
“Hey Donte, it’s Kayla”, I answered
“Hey Kay, I haven’t seen tu in weeks! Are tu ever going to come and visit us again?” He sounded sad. That’s very unusual. He must be in one of his moods. A trip to Chuck E Cheese aught to do him some good.
“How about we go to Chuck E Cheese? You, me, your cousins?” I hope he’d say yes. He may have graduated high school, but there’s still times when he and Randy act like 10 año olds. Those are the good times.
“Sure! When?” he asked excitedly
“When Blanket gets out of school” Somehow Blanket talked his teacher into giving him 2 weeks off for Spring Vacation so he still has another week of school left.
“But, that’s in a week!”
“You’ll live! Now let me talk to your brother.”
“Randy?” he asked. He does this every time I call and he respuestas the phone. He knows exactly who I want to talk to.
"No"
“Jermajesty?”
“No” It’s a good thing he’s only got 3 brothers because if he had más I’d slap him!
“Oh, tu mean my younger brother Jaafar. The one also born in 1996 that tu think is a “freakin’ hot tamale”. I now regret telling Ms. M that.
I could hear Jaafar in the background, “Is that Kayla? Give me the phone!”
“Bye K-“ Donte’s voice was cut off por Jaafar’s. “Hey”
“Hi”, now Donte made this extremely awkward.
“So, tu think I’m a hot tamale?” he asked.
Crap. Now I have to think fast. “Um, yeah. As in our a hot tamal that burns me when I touch you?” Okay, that was dumb. Maybe he’ll leave it alone.
“Oh, okay then” did he sound sad? Maybe I’m just imagining things. “Um Prince wants to talk to you” Before I could say anything I heard Prince’s voice “Is it true?!”
“Is what true?” I asked confused
“Do tu really like Jaafar?” he replied
“What?!” I asked, this couldn’t be happeneing.
“I said, are we really going to Chuck E Cheese when Blanket gets out of school?”
Oh, so that’s what he said. “Oh, yeah. I promise I’ll take tu guys siguiente week” I dicho relieved.
“Ok, we gotta got to karate. Jaafar dicho he’ll call tu tomorrow. He wants your number”
Yes, He wants my number! “Okay, it’s (***) ***-****.”
“Okay, bye Kayla” Prince said
“Bye Princeola”, I dicho then hung up.
Ms. M stood up from her chair excitedly. “Does this mean that tu won’t fight me for my phone?” she asked
“Maybe”, I dicho then walked out of her classroom.