Kaimana Keahloha,
That's the name on my birth certificate, don't get me wrong I actually love my name, it just brings back too many memories. I go by Kia nothing more, nothing less. Unless I approve of it, you call me Kia or Kaimana. I live in New Orleans, Mississippi. I was born in Hawaii but I came here when I was younger probably about 6. I am now 19. I'm mixed with Hawaii, Filipino, Italian, and German. That's enough about me. You'll find out more later.
Chapter One
" Tray Stop ! " I yell. He's tickling me right now, trying to avoid answering my questions. He moves his hand which gives me an opportunity to jump up and slap him.
" Damn Kia, you ain't have ta do allat . " He says rubbing the back of his head. I giggle but my face becomes straight again when I remember what we were talking about.
" Tray, I'm dead ass right now. " I say sitting up, pulling the pillow into my lap, my face scrunched up in frustration. " What are you not telling me ? "
" Its nothing Kia. " He says running his hand through his hair.
" Don't fucking say it's nothing when you know it's something. Dammit Tray! I'm sick and tired of you treating me like a fucking child. I'm 19. I wouldn't ask you about it if I wasn't sure I could handle it, Damn. Now tell me! " I yell in frustration, crossing my arms waiting for him to answer me.
" ight. " He says looking up from the floor, directly into my eyes. " We found him. "
I stare at him, checking his face to see if he's telling the truth. " That's all I needed to know. " I say in a calm voice. " Let's go."
Sorry it's short but it's just a little filler for now. I'll pick up here next time . :)
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The Pressure
RandomThe pressure of real life, of doing whatever you have to do. Of providing for you and your family. I mean money's gotta be made somehow. The pressure is what keeps it real.
