females of all ages, race, and stations in life-
Each have one main thing in common, their name is, Valerie.
An elderly lady mourning the death of Amy Winehouse,
Friends willing to shoot each other for a chance at a fortune, and many others, join to share snaps into their lives through a collection of short treasures.
"An Asian girl is ridiculed for her love of dance.
"For your information, my arms happen to be the perfect size for my body height. Which is a helluva lot more than I can say for the size of your head on your tiny assed body Calhoun or your long assed feet Donny, and I'm not gonna say anything about that hot air balloon Jimmy James uses for a stomach."
Gesturing with her head, she indicated the gathering crowd of students who'd given up their boredom of recess to hopefully watch a fight. "Which will it be?" She looked from one to the other. "You guys should know me by now. We've been in the same school for how many years? Go away and leave me alone."
"Okay, so what's it gonna be?” She turned back to face the boys. Not one had moved. None willing to be the first laid out for their friends to laugh at. “Let the little Asian girl beat the life outta your little butts in front of everyone or am I gonna dance?"
Jimmy James, flopped his fat ass on the ground, huge puffs of dust escaping to the air in a rush for survival.
"Shit, girl go on and dance. I'm not in a mood for fighting. And just so you know it," He rubbed his stomach. "I'm into weight training, now. One day, you gonna want this body."
Falling to the ground laughing, his two friends punched and tussled him while she continued dancing. Ignoring them all.