𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 、𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖇𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖊.

sativa.

𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖌𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘,
* 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

     ( twenty-eight! ) • INDIA had been writing in her journal as the record "Let Me Prove My Love To You." went around in circles on the disk, slowly breathing in & out while slyly humming the gorgeous tune. Her way of expressing her true feelings was through her poetic art, music, or Nasir. He met India through her aunt who recognized his mother as an old friend, and it was all history from there.

"Ahem." Her pen continued writing away on the
brown-colored paper, not feeling the presence of someone
watching her. "India Art Young." Her head darted up
immediately and saw the figure of her Aunt, standing
crossed armed and leaning against the worn-out wood. "Yes? Why can't you knock sometimes, Aunty?" She closed her book, soon sliding it under her bed and sitting up
carefully. "I came in here because you've been in your room for weeks. You only come out to shower, eat, and talk to Nasir in the doorway." India shrugged her shoulders, standing up and removing the first record and replacing it
with a fresh one.

"That's all? You don't think you can do something with
yourself after high school? Sitting around my house and not doing a thing isn't going to get you anywhere, India." She turned around and stared at her aunty with a smile, "These jobs don't pay enough and you sure don't want me hustling on these streets. Atlanta wasn't no better for me and I have zero clue what to do, Aunt Mary." India waved up her arms hopelessly, until she heard the same doorbell as expected. "What time is it?" Her brown eyes darted towards her red analog clock, "Okay look. I'll go out with Nasir to look around for some jobs and I'll be back around twelve, sound good?" Aunt Mary grinned and walked over by India, soon hugging her into a warm embrace.

"Okay, your behind better be back at twelve." She
winked and kissed her cheek, leaving India to get ready for a "productive" day. She slipped on a large puffer coat and her usual Timbs, only grabbing a few dollars just incase she got hungry. The heavy shoes stomped against the hardwood floor while India stopped in-front of the door, soon opening it to reveal her best friend, Nasir.