That damn girl, always makin me late. Just like her momma come afore her, can’t get her own two damn feet outta of her own way.
A bust lip come between me and my pay last week. Today its her bag. Don’t need no school phonin me again. So I jump in a taxi ta meet her bus. Crazy I am.
Still in all, the world be a lonelier place without her. Just like her momma come afore her, shes all kind and gentle like. Wouldn’t harm a thing.
Wish Niko weren’t with her. That boy is shady as a tree.
“What the? Noooooo. Oh dear, no. Maria?”
This is my third post for voice week. The object of voice week is to tell the same story each day in 100 words from the perspective of five different characters all having a different voice. If you want to participate or read any of the other participants work you can head over to voice week head quarters and find out more there.