cimorene

i really am the ghetto princess. or possibly the gangsta, which is what 'g' TECHNICALLY stands for. but humpty dumpty and i aren't slaves to words. words do what i say, not the other way round.

setting: math class, senior year of high school.
cast: cim (reading a novel), marquis (wearing his secret-high-school-frat-for-black-guys jacket), aj (in polo shirt, far too upper middle class for bling)

marquis: how do you do number thirteen?
me: since it's exactly like the third example, all you have to do is read the assignment and it will be easy!
aj: ahahaha, marquis. cim is the g.

aj: hey cim. you ever listen to 95.7 jamz?
me: every morning.
aj: REALLY?
me: yes.
aj: all right...!

aj: hello, cim! did you hear 'get your preach on' this morning?
me: i love that.
aj: ::gives me the gangsta handshake::