[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]MANHATTAN, NEW YORK.
MARCH 7th, 1990It was the first day of my college classes at NYU and I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. The pressure was so real. It was my first time being in the city by myself and no one that I knew was attending this class with me.
I just feel so stressed out and tired.
I stayed up all night last night, hyperventilating.
To the weeks leading up, I was so excited. I don't know what happened since then..
"Damn, you going to a prestigious university and you're younger than me." Ahmad joked, keeping his attention to the road as he was currently driving me to NYU.
"I still don't understand why you insisted on driving me knowing it's going to be traffic in the city." I complained, looking down at the watch on my wrist as I noticed I was going to be late.
Ahmad smacked his lips. "You don't appreciate shit. You should be glad someone is driving you anywhere." He replied, giving me a slight glare as I rolled my eyes.
"Bro, I told you to be outside the school 20 mins before the dismissal bell rang. You were literally 30 mins late picking me up!" I exclaimed.
"My bad! Me and the niggas were doing something." Ahmad mumbled, completely throwing me off guard.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What were you and the niggas doing?" I inquired, turning my head to stare at him.
"That's not your business. Just know that we were getting turnt up." Ahmad chuckled while perking up his lips as if he was smoking.
"I hope you weren't smoking inside the house. You know how Dad feels about shit like that."
"He'll be aight." Ahmad said before he pulled up in front of an entrance to the university.
I chuckled as I looked out of the window. I could feel my anxiety beginning to get worse as I looked at how huge the campus itself looked. It was a lot of buildings around this one area.
I shook my head before I let out a sigh, "I'm really nervous about today."
"A'mya Harrison has emotions? Wow!" Ahmad sarcastically said as he covered his left hand over his mouth.
"Ahmad, I'm being completely serious. This isn't the time to be funny. What if I can't do this? This is big step! I'm literally 15 doing a college course on campus! What if I can't—"
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CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]
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