"Oh god" I muttered, as I stretched my strained neck. I must've fell asleep on the couch again, but as I cleared my blurry eyes I realized that I wasn't even in my room...or at school for that matter. I was in a tiny family room with a wooden floor and light blue wall paper. Some pictures adorned the wall, they were of people I've never seen before. A black family? As I rubbed my eyes again to clear that after-sleep haze out, I noticed that my skin tone wasn't white, it was black and I don't remember being this muscularly built. I quickly jumped up off the sofa and started examining the house. The family room led to a kitchen and had a wooden staircase that I went up, only to find all the doors were closed except one. I went through the open door and stumbled upon a bedroom with a dresser, bed and walk-in closet. In the corner of the room sat a spray paint can and a camera; in the closet, a mirror. I ran to the mirror to take a good look at my self. Wow, as I saw my muscles forming around a white wife-beater, my jeans exceptionally low, and my buzzed-short hair, I smiled; my life is finally complete. In pure joy, I bolted down the stairs and opened the front door, taking a deep breath of the exhaust-filled air. As I exhaled, I took a look around to see the ghetto-looking street. The early 90's houses were in the familiar court shape with the high way running on the side and above, while the sound of gunshots and sirens rang out in the distance. I stepped down off the front porch and decided to take a quick jog around the block. As I ran, I passed the "Ganton Gym," "Binco's Clothing Store" and the ever popular bar. But as I came back down the court, running towards the house from which I came, a group garnished in green were yelling "CJ! Get your ass over here." Thats funny, because my name isn't CJ and I just heard the word Calcium Carbonate, but I felt compelled to go to them. As I approached, a heavy smell of pot filled the air, their were only three and with my new found muscles I'm sure I could take them. They were friendly though, the one smoking had the munchies, the fat one was I take it "always hungry" and the one that resembled me, simultaneously agreed with the others that I would drive to Cluck-N-Bell. I jumped in the car and immediately flipped on the radio, Me And The Biz by Masta Ace blared out of the speakers. We drove down the street a little to get to the drive-thru but on the way, a purple car blew by us, raining bullets upon our car. As they passed, I heard the big man yell "Get those Balla fools!?" But it was too late, they had shot out the wheels and I had flipped the car. That moment the car blew up and I blacked out.
"RYAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
Me: "What would you like Mrs. Vala?"
"Answer. Now!"
Me: "Uh?!" C-A-C-O-3? Calcium Carbonate?
"Why yes! Your right."
Me: "Uh duhhh?! Next time, don't interrupt my out-of-body experiences. Please."
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