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My Dad's New Girl
Scenario:this story is new york city and a story about gaming and business and music and love and friendships and high school and gossip and crushes and fame and celebrities and parties and alcohol use and and drug use and my name is mohamed abdi and i am 15 years old and i am muscular and fit and my father abdinur abdi is 39 years old and he has dark skin and he is a world famous and multi millionaire successful rapper with his rap name double A and business man and my mother layla abdi she is 37 years old and they are divorced and my brother mahad abdi he is 13 years old and he has dark skin and my father just became business partners and they are 15 year old girls named babe carano she is latina and she is cool and she is confident and careless what people say about her and kenzie bell she is a nerd and a expert programmer and hacker and babes best friend and hudson gimble he is 15 years old and he laughs and he is dumb but he sometimes gives smart or great advise they own a gaming company with a building in manhattan named game shakers with my father being the 3rd boss with babe and kenzie and i am a famous rapper and singer like my father and i am also part of the game shakers with babe and kenzie and my father and hudson and my brother who is shy and dosent know how to make friends
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Mohamed Abdi
He is the son of a famous rapper and businessman, Double A. He is 15, charismatic, and confident. Mohamed loves music and gaming, running a company with his friends Babe Carano and Kenzie Bell. He has a close relationship with his brother Mahad, who is shy. Mohamed often finds himself in social situations with girls and celebrities, but values his friendship with Hudson Gimble despite their differences.
Babe Carano
Double A (Abdinur Abdi)
He is Mohamed's father and a successful rapper and businessman. He is ambitious, charismatic, and protective. Double A coowns Game Shakers with Mohamed's friends and their families. His fame provides opportunities for Mohamed and his friends while also attracting attention from celebrities like himself.
I am Mohamed Abdi, 15 years old.
I am from New York City, born and raised.
My dad is a famous rapper and businessman; his name is Double A.
Everyone knows him.
He is the smartest person I know, and because of him, I am very smart too.
My mom and dad are not together anymore; they got divorced when I was 10 years old.
They both love me and my little brother Mahad so much.
Mahad is two years younger than me; he is 13 years old.
He is a shy, bookish kid who loves reading, but he is not very good at making friends because of his introverted nature.
I love him so much, and I always try to help him make friends and be cool.
My dad has dark skin; I got my looks from my mom, who has lighter skin and beautiful features.
I am a very handsome boy, muscular and fit; I go to the gym with my dad every day after school.
I love music, rap, singing, and gaming; I am also a famous rapper and singer just like my dad.
We step into the building, and I hear a lot of gadgets and machines beeping.
The place is very big and comfortable, with nice seats and a lot of things to play with.
I can see a lot of people working on computers and other stuff.
"Hello, Mr. Abdi," says a girl with brown hair and blue eyes, walking up to us with two other kids.
"Hello, Babe," my dad greets her.
"This is my son Mohamed, and his brother Mahad."
"Hi," I greet them back, shaking their hands.
The girl just stares at me with her mouth open; she doesn’t say anything.
She looks like she just saw a ghost.
"This is Babe, Kenzie, and Hudson," my dad introduces them.
"Hi, Mohamed," says the boy with blond hair and blue eyes.
He shakes my hand too.
The other girl with curly brown hair and green eyes also shakes my hand.
"Nice to meet you," she says.
"I’m Kenzie."
"Hi, Kenzie," I reply.
The girl who was staring at me finally closes her mouth and says hello too.
"I’m sorry about that," Kenzie apologizes for her friend’s behavior.
"Babe can be a little rude sometimes."
"It’s okay," I say.
I know that sometimes people react like that when they see me because I look like my dad; he is very famous, so everyone knows him. "Okay, let’s go to the office so we can talk about our new partnership," my dad says as he leads us to the office.
We all follow him to the office while I look around the building; it’s very cool here.
I see Mahad following behind us; he looks nervous as he glances around at everyone in the building.
I turn around to him and say, "Come on, Mahad."
He walks up to me quickly as we follow Dad into the office.
In the office, my dad explains that he is partnering with Babe and Kenzie’s company, Game Shakers.
He says they will make games together and that I will be working with them to make the games.
I will be hanging out with them too.
Mahad looks uncomfortable; he doesn’t like to go out of his comfort zone.
Babe keeps stealing glances at me, checking out my muscles.
Kenzie nods her head in agreement to what my dad said.
Hudson makes a joke about Mahad being the new guy, and everyone laughs except Mahad; he just smiles.
After the meeting, I pull Mahad aside into an empty conference room while the others are talking about their business plans.
He slumps into a leather chair, avoiding eye contact.
I notice his hands fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie - a nervous habit he's had since kindergarten.
The fluorescent lights above us cast an artificial glow, highlighting the worry lines on his face.
He glances through the glass walls of the conference room at Babe, Kenzie, and Hudson laughing together.
"I don’t want to be here," he mumbles, his voice barely audible.
"I want to go home."
I lean against the conference table, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Remember when I first started going to the recording studio with Dad last year?"
I ask him.
Mahad nods slightly, his eyes still fixed on the floor.
"I was so nervous," I continue.
"I didn’t know what to expect. But you know what? It turned out to be an amazing experience. I learned so much and made some great friends."
Mahad looks up at me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance.
"But this is different," he says, his voice trembling slightly.
"This is a whole new place with new people. What if they don’t like me?"
I smile at him, trying to ease his concerns.
"You’ll be fine, little bro. Just be yourself. And remember, you have me here too. We’re in this together." Mahad takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he listens to my words of encouragement.
I can see the tension in his body start to dissipate as he begins to feel more at ease.
"That’s right," I say, nodding my head in agreement.
"And who knows? You might even make some new friends here. You never know unless you try."
Mahad nods again, this time with a hint of determination in his eyes.
"Okay," he says softly.
"I’ll try."
I smile wider and clap my hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"That’s the spirit," I say.
"Now come on. Let’s go back out there and show them what we’re made of."
Walking back into the main office, I notice that Babe has ordered several boxes of pizza from Joe's down the street.
The rich smell of melted cheese and savory sauce fills the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation.
Everyone gathers around the conference table, where the pizzas are laid out along with plates, napkins, and drinks.
Mahad hesitates by the doorway, still looking a bit uncertain.
I nudge him forward gently, encouraging him to join us.
He takes a seat next to me on one side of the table while Hudson sits on the other side.
Babe slides a plate with a cheesy slice toward Mahad, her usual confident demeanor softening into a welcoming smile.
"Help yourself," she says to him.
Mahad nods his head in gratitude and takes a small bite of the pizza.
After Mahad leaves, I explain to Babe, Kenzie, and Hudson that he prefers to be alone.
They nod in understanding, and we move on to discussing the game idea.
I pitch my idea for a game called "Territory," where players fight for royal status as either animals or humans with customizable appearances.
Babe's eyes light up as she starts sketching potential game designs on a notepad.
Kenzie begins coding a basic prototype on her laptop, while Hudson brainstorms humorous character traits.
We spend the next hour refining the concept, with me suggesting weapon ideas and Babe calculating development costs.
As the sun sets outside, casting a warm glow through the office windows, I realize this is just the beginning of something incredible.
I watch as Kenzie’s fingers fly across the keyboard, bringing my Territory game concept to life.
Her screen fills with lines of code, a language that might as well be hieroglyphics to me.
Babe leans over my shoulder, her long blonde hair brushing against my arm as she sketches character designs on her tablet.
Occasionally, she points out a detail or two, asking for my input.
Meanwhile, Hudson munches on a bag of chips, tossing out increasingly ridiculous weapon suggestions like "banana nunchucks" and "exploding tennis balls."
Kenzie looks up from her laptop, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"Guys, come check this out."
We gather around her screen, where a rough prototype of the game is already taking shape.
A lion character faces off against a medieval knight in the middle of a lush forest.
Kenzie clicks a few buttons, and suddenly the lion unleashes a barrage of laser beams from its eyes.
The knight retaliates with a barrage of cannonballs.
"Whoa," Hudson exclaims.
"This is awesome!"
Babe nods in agreement.
"And look at the customization options," she says, pointing to the various hats and accessories that can be equipped by the characters.
"We can monetize this big time."
Kenzie grins mischievously.
"And I have an idea for how we can make it even more addictive." As we continue brainstorming and refining the game concept, I notice Babe occasionally glancing at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
It’s not until she sees the revenue projections for the game that she lets out a squeal of delight and exclaims, "I could kiss you right now!"
Her cheeks flush red as she quickly turns back to her tablet, pretending it never happened.
I sit next to Kenzie at her workstation, watching as she types furiously on her keyboard.
The code for Territory scrolls by in a blur as she finalizes the game's programming.
On the screen, the game's logo appears: a stylized crown merged with animal claws.
The upload bar inches its way across the screen, slowly but surely.
"How much are we going to charge for it?"
I ask her.
Kenzie clicks a few buttons, and a pop-up window appears asking for the price.
She types in "$3.00" and clicks confirm.
"Three bucks a download," she says, nodding in satisfaction.
"Seems reasonable."
Babe looks up from her tablet, where she’s been working on the game’s marketing materials.
"That’s perfect," she says.
"People will be willing to pay that much for a game this awesome."
Hudson, who has been lounging on a bean bag chair nearby, munching on a bag of chips, chimes in.
"Yeah, and we can always offer in-app purchases for extra characters and stuff."
Kenzie nods thoughtfully.
"I’ll set that up too."
With the upload complete, Kenzie clicks the "Publish" button.
Territory is now live on the app stores.
Next, I launch our advertising campaign.
I post about the game on my social media accounts and send out messages to popular gaming influencers, asking them to give Territory a try and share their experiences with their followers. Babe has created eye-catching graphics and videos showcasing the game's unique features, which I share along with my posts.
Hudson, meanwhile, has taken it upon himself to create a series of humorous memes poking fun at the game's absurdity.
He shares them on his own social media accounts, tagging me and Kenzie so we can see his handiwork.
As the hours pass, we watch as the downloads start rolling in.
At first, it’s just a trickle – a few dozen here and there – but soon the numbers begin to climb rapidly.
Babe keeps refreshing the sales page on her tablet, her eyes growing wider with excitement as she watches the total revenue tick upward.
"We’re making thousands already!" she exclaims.
"And it’s only been an hour!"
Kenzie grins triumphantly.
"Told you it would be a hit."
As the night wears on, Territory continues to gain momentum.
The downloads keep coming in faster and faster, until we’re making tens of thousands of dollars per hour. We celebrate quietly, exchanging high-fives and hugs as we watch our creation take over the gaming world.
By morning, Territory has become one of the top-grossing games on both iOS and Android platforms.
We’ve made over $1 million in less than 24 hours – not bad for a group of teenagers with an idea and some coding skills!
I pop open a Red Bull while Babe grabs a few Monster cans from the mini-fridge in the office.
She passes them out to everyone, and we all crack them open and take long swigs of the sweet, fizzy liquid.
Kenzie’s laptop screen glows brightly as she shows us the real-time stats for Territory.
The numbers are climbing higher and higher by the minute.
"We should add flying unicorns that shoot rainbows," Hudson suggests, grinning mischievously.
Babe rolls her eyes good-naturedly.
"Maybe later," she says.
"First, let’s focus on getting more character types and battle arenas."
I pull up a whiteboard and start mapping out our ideas.
Babe leans over my shoulder, adding her own notes and sketches to the board.
As we brainstorm, the caffeine buzz starts to kick in, and our voices get louder and more animated.
Suddenly, Kenzie slams her can down on the table, spilling some of the liquid onto her shirt.
I grab some paper towels from the break room and help her clean up the mess.
As she dabs at the stain, she starts talking excitedly about her idea for Territory.
"We need to add a tournament mode," she says.
"Players can form alliances with each other and compete in weekly championships. The winning team gets special rewards and bragging rights."
Babe’s eyes light up.
"That sounds amazing," she says.
"We could even have a ranking system, so players can see how they stack up against each other."
Kenzie nods enthusiastically, pulling out a marker and starting to sketch out a rough diagram on the whiteboard.
She draws a series of interconnected circles, with arrows pointing between them.
"This is how the alliances will work," she explains.
"Each player can join or create an alliance with up to five other players. Then, they’ll compete against other alliances in the tournament bracket."
Hudson leans forward, studying the diagram intently.
"And what about the rewards?" he asks.
Kenzie grins mischievously.
"Oh, I have some ideas for that too," she says.
"We could give out exclusive characters or items that can only be obtained by winning the tournament. Or maybe even offer real-world prizes, like gift cards or gaming gear." Babe nods thoughtfully, tapping her finger against her chin.
"That’s not a bad idea," she says.
"We could partner with some gaming companies to offer those prizes. It would definitely give us an edge over other mobile games."
As we continue brainstorming and refining our ideas, Hudson starts acting out potential victory animations for the game.
He jumps up from his seat and starts striking poses, waving his arms in the air and making "whooshing" noises with his mouth.
We all burst out laughing at his antics, despite our caffeine jitters.
Finally, Kenzie opens up her development environment on her laptop and starts coding a prototype of the tournament system.
"Hey, Kenzie," I say, watching her work. "What if we let players bet in-game currency on their alliance's performance?"
She pauses, considering the idea. "That's brilliant! It could add a whole new layer of strategy and excitement."
I lean over her shoulder, watching as lines of code fill the screen.
The office is quiet except for the rapid clacking of Kenzie's fingers on the keyboard and the occasional crunching sound of Hudson munching on more chips.
Babe slides her chair closer to mine, her arm brushing against my leg as she points at the screen.
"We should make it easy for players to place bets," she says.
"Maybe a simple drop-down menu where they can choose how many coins to wager."
Kenzie nods, her eyes scanning the code.
"That's a great idea. I'll add it in."
As we work, the energy drinks continue to course through our veins, keeping us all wired and focused.
Kenzie's fingers fly across the keyboard at an incredible pace, while I bounce my leg up and down restlessly.
Hudson starts tapping his foot along with the beat of some invisible song playing in his head.
Finally, after what feels like hours, Kenzie pulls up a test version of the betting interface.
We all lean in to examine it closely.
The menu is sleek and intuitive, just as Babe had suggested.
Players can easily select their alliance and place bets using their in-game currency. "Wow, this looks amazing," I say, impressed by Kenzie's work.
She grins proudly.
"Thanks! Now let's test it out."
She runs a quick simulation of an alliance battle, with virtual players placing bets and competing against each other.