Niyah doesn't have the best life. She's 16-years-old and barely has her parents around, works and goes to school, and can barely juggle both. Most people aren't very fond of her, they all think that she's stuck up and think she's better than everyon...
Anybody would say I sound like a lil bitch if I told them this, but I miss being in a relationship. Being able to walk around with a girl and be like, "Yeahhhh, that's me." It was a good feeling to be walking around with a beautiful girl and everyone look at you like you lucky. And speaking of relationships... haven't spoke to Niyah since the party. But I texted her and called her, and I never got a answer.
I texted her one more time saying, "Did I do something? If I did something, tell me. This ignoring shit is getting old."
I walked down to the kitchen to get a cup of juice then my phone started to vibrate. I read "My Bestie Niyah" on the caller ID.
"Hello?" I said answering the phone and heard Niyah in the background saying "Give me my phone Christian! I'm deadass, I'm not playing!"
I heard the guy suck his teeth as Niyah grunted in the background. "Look, don't be texting my girl nigga. Get your own bitch alright? She's mine and always will be, so fall back aight?" He hung up.
I stared at my phone confused and put it in my pocket walking to my room.
I thought we were gonna get somewhere, especially when she said she liked me; but I'm not about to stress over someone who's not worried about me.
I laid down and put in my headphones and started bumping to J. Cole. He slept on so much, he's the only rapper I really fuck with like that. I closed my eyes and before I knew it I was knocked out.
November 11, 2013; 12:44 a.m.
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"Brandon?" I heard my 4-year-old sister say as she walked in my room.
"Hmm?" I woke up and turned on my lamp. "Wassup Courty, why you not sleeping?" She walked closer to me and I picked her up putting her on the bed.
"I can't go to sleep...where did mommy go?" She asked and stuck her bottom lip out. I sighed slightly and wrapped my arms around her running my hand over my head a couple of times.
"Courtney, momma works a lot okay... she'll probably come back in the morning." I looked at her again and she didn't only look sad, she looked afraid.
"Can I sleep with you?" She asked and looked down playing with her fingers.
"Why?" She looked at the door and then went over to close it. "I dun like Rick."
Rick is my mother's dumbass boyfriend. He's probably the worse thing that has ever happened to my family. I don't trust that man for shit, he looks like he's always up to something. The way he looks at me, my sister, and the way he leaves in the middle of the night just doesn't fit right with me.
"Well I don't either, but why don't you like him?" She let out a huff and raised her arms in the air, "He is smelly and creepy, he is not a good person! And those smelly smoke sticks are gross!"
