Anika
All night I had tossed and turned because graduation was on my mind. I had finally made it through that weak ass high school. Going back home back to North Carolina was the icing on the cake. I had clout back home. In New York, I'm not gone lie I rode Brooklyn's coat tail. All the girls that fought were the popular ones, and let's just say that Brooklyn fought all of my battles. I was so excited to get a move on with this college thing. Academically I struggled, but I knew that my girl would help me out just like how she had always been doing. When my short attention span drifted to other things like boys, she kept me focused on my studies. She was good in school because she had to be. That was her way out of the hood. I was good in school because I wanted shit from my parents.
Thoughts of me and my bestie left my mind when my aunt poked me in the eye by accident with an eyeliner pencil. I was sitting in my room, getting my makeup done when Monroe busted into my room.
"Ayee Shawty, you getting the pretty face put on the ugly one?"
He killed me how he always cracked on my accent. He cracked on me period. Monroe wasn't from North Carolina like how I was. We were both born in Brooklyn, but to me, where you were from was where you were raised. When I was about five, our mother and father had split. Our mother hauled my ass to Raleigh. She had family from there because that is where she was originally from. Monroe was old enough to say that he wanted to stay with our dad, so that's what he did. By my freshman year, me and my mother was bumping heads like a mug, so I ended up moving back to Brooklyn to live with my dad for high school.
I never would have thought that my big brother would be the man. Somehow in between all of the free time from my father being a bachelor and the distance from our mother, my brother had made a name for himself in the streets. Money making Monroe. Pure fucking comedy. I laugh because all of the shit that he was doing in the streets was never needed. Our parents made money, good money, and as long as we did well in school, we were entitled to it all. I don't know when he got wrapped up in the world of scammers, but I knew that my bestie wasn't about to rock with him. Not to mention that he was ONLY the man in New York. Down in North Carolina, he wasn't shit but a lame ass frat stepping ass football player.
Brother or not, there was absolutely no way that I would allow my best friend to mess with a part-time gangsta. I couldn't believe that last night he was trying to kick game to her. No fucking way, over my dead body matter of fact. My bestie had been through hell and back, and I'll be damned if my own brother dragged her back to the slums.
"Aye ugly," Monroe mushed me, "you don't hear me talking to you."
Monroe brought me back from my thoughts.
"Uhh uhh, get outta here, boy, you messing up my masterpiece," our aunt fussed as she shooed Monroe out of the room.
"Ooo wait, auntie, let me call Brooklyn to tell her to come and get her makeup done," I said when my aunt started packing up her makeup kit.
My call went unanswered, so I finished getting myself together. Within an hour, my whole house was dressed and ready to go.
Monroe and my dad dressed in suits. I hoped that my mother didn't invite one of her many boyfriends because my dad didn't invite one of his thots. I low key thought that my dad was trying to win my mom back. He brought a whole new suit just for my graduation. Mind you, he had a closet full of them thangs. The ride to my school was a quiet one. Numerous times I tried calling Brooklyn, but she didn't answer. I guessed that she was busy trying to run around and get things together for our day. We went through little spells from time to time, where we wouldn't talk for days, so I was used to that kind of thing. It wasn't that we would beef or anything, but sometimes we just simply needed a break from one another.
