This is the story of how my life got turned upside down. I would like to take a few minutes of your life and sit here on my chair and tell you how I became prince of a small town called bel-air. I lived in west Philadelphia I was born and raised there, I spent most of my time at the playground, chilling and relaxing playing basketball with my friends but one day these bad dudes (mongolians in the system) started making trouble in my living area, and I got in a fight and my mum got scared and it was then she said “ your moving with your auntie and grandma in a town called bel-air “.
I pleaded and begged but she packed up my suitcase, I remember her giving me my last kiss as I went to leave.
First my class said “Hey this is bad” and drunk some orange juice. I heard everyone say that Bel-air was all prissy and bourgeois and this is where they sent me to.
Once the plane landed a police officer was waiting and I didn’t want any trouble so I ran away.
I waited for a bus and when it cam near it had fresh on the licence plate and had a dice in the mirror ( I don’t know what they’re called).
I pulled up to the house at 7 or 8 and I yelled to the taxi driver “smell ya later”. I looked at my kingdom and it was finally there and I became the prince of bel-air.
This is the story of how my life got turned upside down. I would like to take a few minutes of your life and sit here on my chair and tell you how I became prince of a small town called bel-air. I lived in west Philadelphia I was born and raised there, I spent most of my time at the playground, chilling and relaxing playing basketball with my friends but one day these bad dudes (mongolians in the system) started making trouble in my living area, and I got in a fight and my mum got scared and it was then she said “ your moving with your auntie and grandma in a town called bel-air “.
I pleaded and begged but she packed up my suitcase, I remember her giving me my last kiss as I went to leave.
First my class said “Hey this is bad” and drunk some orange juice. I heard everyone say that Bel-air was all prissy and bourgeois and this is where they sent me to.
Once the plane landed a police officer was waiting and I didn’t want any trouble so I ran away.
I waited for a bus and when it cam near it had fresh on the licence plate and had a dice in the mirror ( I don’t know what they’re called).
I pulled up to the house at 7 or 8 and I yelled to the taxi driver “smell ya later”. I looked at my kingdom and it was finally there and I became the prince of bel-air.