It was dead at midnight and you were on your couch, ready to doze off into sleep, until you were startled by a nock at your door. You had opened it and seen your friend Shantae. Shantae was a dark skin black girl you know in highschool. She was a little rebellious, ratchet, and disrespectful, which is why she always had a problem with her parents. But even though she was like this, her parents would be really hard on her. They would get in fights, they would say something that would hurt her, and she would run away every time. It kept getting worse after those few times. She started to get addicted to drugs and alcohol, be very depressed, and would gain lots and lots of weight. And now they had ended up kicking her out. Now she was at your door, her eyes were red and puffy as she was crying before she got here.

Shantae’s looks were long straight black hair, and matching cheetah print crop top, and panties. She would also be in clubs, dancing for money, which is also why she was wearing this.