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hell I’m talking about when I tell them my nationality. It’s good to know I’m not going to be the only smart one in this school.”  She said while laughing.
     
                  “Hey!!!” Keisha gave a pointed look at both Emily and me.  “Emily, with you being new and all, would you like to come over to my house after school to hang out with me and Amber?” 
     
                  From that day forward we have been inseparable.
     
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                  As I stated before, she’s a looker, she has a body that would put Beyoncé to shame.  Where Keisha loves to rock the latest sneakers, you wouldn’t catch Emily dead in pair of running shoes.  It’s just not her style.   If you asked me to describe Emily in one word I wouldn’t be able to.  I would need at least three words to describe her, OUTSPOKEN OBNOXIOUS BITCH, and I love her to pieces.  She doesn’t take shit from anyone.  Keisha and I are so laid back compared to her.  People can talk about us all day, we’ll let all the insults roll off like oil on water.  If someone even looks at Emily the wrong way, they should prepare themselves for the on-slot of Emily’s verbal assault, they’re well known around these parts. 
     
                  Emily loves the boys and the boys love Emily.  What’s that saying, Guilty by association ?  Keisha and I should be the poster kids for that little slogan.  We are bitches and sometimes sluts because…let’s just say, Emily has been pretty loose with her cookies.  And, since Emily is so loose with her cookies everyone thinks Keisha and I do the same.  If I’m seen talking to the opposite sex the rumor-mill starts.  We have Emily to thank for the entire name calling.  But, those are words, empty words.  I raise my head, straighten my shoulders and keep it moving.  No matter how much bad press we receive by being Emily’s friend I cannot turn my back on her.  She’s my girl, my sister in way, and I love her and Keisha more than anyone that’s currently in my life.
     
                  These two, I can tell them anything…almost anything.  I tell them as much as I can and I stuff the rest deep inside me.  I’ve know them so long that we can pick up on each other’s ups and downs.  My point is that they can tell when my home life is getting to me.  I tell only bits and pieces of my personal story.  I leave enough blanks so that they can come up with their own perception of what’s going on in the Wallace household.
     
                  What are their views on things?  Well, let’s just say they’re close, but no cigar.  They think my dad is the root of my erratic mood swings. Correct! They believe that my dad is very strict. Correct!
    They believe that he is controlling. That controlling motherfucker or that strict son-of-a-bitch !  Those are their two most famous sayings when describing my dad.  I must say that they are correct on that front as well.
     
                  Here come my two amigos now, Keisha, with a hop to her step and Emily, this bitch should pay a lawyer to patent her walk.  I can’t begin to describe it to you, it’s not a switch, not even a sway.  The best description would be its sex on two legs.  I’m straight, never in my life have I been interested in twats instead of cocks, but that walk, that walk right there, will make the straightest person take a double take and say DAMMMM!
     
                  “Are you glad to be back?”  Keisha asked a little too loud since she hadn’t exactly made it to my car.
     
                  “Hell yes!”  I was a little too excited on the prospect of my first day back to school. “What have I missed?  What’s the latest gossip? Who’s dating who?  You tramps are moving a little slow on telling me the scoop.”  Emily let out a shaky laugh and shook her head at me.