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Andrea Weaver
September 18, 2002
Block 1

Erin

I don’t know him. All he did was, to put it politley, stick it in my mother, pulled his pants up and went to the next dumb broad. Next thing you know she finds out she is pregnant with me. Pregnant by that sickening excuse for a father. Not even worth label of a sperm donor.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my name is Erin. Erin Deijhanique Bell. Look at me, telling my business and not introducing myself. I am a junior at Oakland Tech, or as the white folks like to call it Oakland Technical High School. I am from them shady 80’s in E.S.O. Which means East Oakland in the 80’s. I have been living here all my life with the fam. The fam is Moms, my brother Marcus and I. If you haven’t guessed I don’t live with my father, so just forget about him he ain’t nobody.
So anyway, I have been discovered in the prime of my life. I am one beautiful singer. I should be I have been doing my singing thing all my life. I damn sure deserve ...