My side blogs are life-lie-eli (a Degrassi blog) and mlpconfessions (whose url is self explanitory).
And this is the story all about how my life got flipped—turned upside down. It’s ok if you don’t read this, but I’d like to take a minute and just sit right here, and tell you all about how my aunt and uncle started referring to me as “The Princess of BelAir.”
I was born in West Philadelphia—raised there, too. I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, and relaxing on the playground. Sometimes I even played basketball outside of my middle school.
One day, when I was doing particularly well at my foul shots, a couple of guys started making trouble in my neighborhood. They were obviously up to no good. Being the kind person that I am, I confronted these do-badders. They apparently didn’t respect my Gandhi approach, because they started pushing my around! When my mom found out about our little fight, she got scared. She told me that I’d be, “moving with my aunt and uncle in BelAir.”
I begged and pleaded with her, because I quite liked living on the rambunctious side in West Philadelphia. But she just packed my bags, gave me a kiss, a ticket, and sent me on my way! Being the optimist that I am, I just put my Walkman on and said, “I might as well kick it!”
I ended up in first class, which was surprising and new for me. Most of the people on my flight were drinking alcohol, but being the creative rebel that I am, I asked for orange juice—in a champagne glass! If only my mom could have seen me, being even more rebellious than when I lived in West Philadelphia! If that was how the people in BelAir lived, then I might be alright!
When my flight landed, I whistled dramatically for a cab. When it came near, I noticed that the license plate said “FRESH” and there were fuzzy dice in the mirror. This cab seemed very rare to me, but instead of taking a photograph to send to my mother, I whispered to myself, “Hey, no, forget it! Yo homes to BelAir!”
The cab pulled up to my aunt and uncle’s house at around 7, maybe 8. Just before I slammed the door, I yelled to the cabby, “Yo homes, smell you later!” because he had stunk of hard boiled eggs and kitty litter the whole ride. When I looked at the house, it seemed like my kingdom! I was ready to reign on my throne as the Princess of BelAir.
This has been extremely difficult for me to share. No offense to anyone else who has had a rough life, but I’m pretty sure my story describes the worst things that could happen to a teenager. Thank you for reading!