/biz/ - Business & Finance

I was in high school, got invited by what I thought were my friends, but it turned out everyone was just making fun of whatever I said or did behind my back, regardless if anyone else said or did anything similar. Some girl at the party was kind enough to let me know, when I confronted my "friends" about it they laughed and called me a fag. I tried to ignore it but they literally made it impossible, everywhere I went they happened to be there too and made sure that I knew, they even started making trouble in my neighborhood. Eventually I had to confront them in the hopes they would leave me alone. I got in one little fight and my mother got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and your uncle in bel-air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo, this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright, but wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that, is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air. Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here, I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared, I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, home to Bel-Air." Ipulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air