As Real As It Gets ✔️

1: Why Me?

*Why Me?*

*Alia*

Have you ever waked up in the morning and think to yourself, why? Why me? Why do certain things happen to me, did god destine for it to happen to me cause I had the personality to hold everything. WELL I DON’T. I guess god thinks I am a very strong person and I think I am. I lost my mother around a year ago on this day, and I wear pink in her remembrance for her, I loved my mother with all my heart and would be more than grateful if she was her today. I was eighteen and now an official senior of Andrew Griffins Senior High school home of the fighting Chargers. I lived with my father and my two little sisters and brothers, more annoyed than ever but I loved them. I was also the caretaker of my father who had lung cancer, he was fine but I had to be there for him at the most. I was in a senior in high school, one of the smartest, I would say top 15% but not presidential honor roll. I was happy with what I had, I had two loving best friends Zamara, and Charisma, and a loving boyfriend and star quarterback of the football team Chaz. Chaz wasn’t really all much my boyfriend at the moment, because all he could do was focus on football and more football. I understood that but hey this chick needs love too. People tell me to leave him alone but me and him been together for around two years and breaking up from that is hard, but he does test me most of the time.  I was happy with the life that god gave me, I wasn’t awfully angry with it, yes I gone through a few trials and tribulations but I endured through it. I’m happy with what I have. “At first, I asked, why me? Then I thought, why not me?” – Ali

I closed my diary and put it safely under my pillow and threw on my pink custom made jersey with my moms name on the back and some denim ripped shorts and my rosarythen walked to the laptop and headed right on the heaven of social networks twitter. If you want to find me the twitter name is @MoreThan_Tweets I had 509 followers and counting but sooner or later I was going to get to the one thousand strong.

@MoreThan_Tweets: Heading to this game, I just hope we win! I want to graduate with dignity! #hopeful

I typed and moved away from the laptop looking for my cell phone which was somewhere under all the clothes and CDs scattered on my bed or floor. I was not much of a neat freak but if I cleaned in the right place then I would find it.

I suddenly heard the tweeting sound of my phone knowing that someone replied to my tweet or maybe retweeted me but I slowly made my way by the door and it was right there on my counter ringing off the hook. I pressed the button and saw one new tweet from the one and only @69StreetChef aka my twitter crush/stalker. I never seen his face or anything but the way he spoke in his tweets and when he talked to me actually had me having a crush on him. What was I thinking? Why do I have a crush on a guy whose face I have never even seen, weird much but it was true.

@69StreetChef: Well missy I hope yall win but um I really wish you could stay here and tweet with your boy but I will be here lonely by myself. L

I laughed and looked at the tweet then started to make my way down the hall to the living room where Charisma was, its been awhile since she been to school but she came back just in time to get her credits together and graduate a few years back. She lived on the same complex that I lived in with Devin so it was cool I had someone to talk to day and night and she literally became my best friend. It was me, her, her twins Demetri and Cordell and Devin. Zamara was a cheerleader so she was already going to be there.

“Well you are looking cute mama.” Charisma complimented and I smiled turning around.

“Auntie Lala pretty!” Demetri said and I smiled kneeling down and kissing him on his cheek.