Risk It All (Jacquees Love Story)

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Amiri POV 

(from left to right, Aniyah, Amiyah, and Amirè in the MM)

My name is Amiri Mona'e Young I live in Fort Lauder-dale, Florida with my mother and three sisters; Aniyah Kadejah (19) Amiyah Reneè (23) and Amire Sharnae Patterson (26) the oldest. Im a senior at St. Thomas Aquinas High School. My mother and father divorced when I was 15, so I have no idea what a happy home is, they only married because they wanted us to have both parents in the house. I have three brothers on my father's side, Markese Anthony (22) Jai'Quincy Malik (23), (yes, that's his name. His mother didn't know whether a guy name Jai was his biological father, or my father), and my baby brother Amari Vantay Hughes (3).

As of now I was waiting on my mother to pick me, and my sister Aniyah up from school, we could ride the bus but my mother thinks we are too classy to be seen on a public school bus. I stood up as I seen her sliver Chrysler 300 pulled up in the school parking lot, with Aniyah walking behind me, I got in the car and as usual my mother asked us how was our day and if anything happened... She started acting like she cared about us ever since that incident with my sister Amirè and some nigga at that school. She's afraid the same thing would happen to us..

"You know you can tell me everything, right?" she asked with her eyes on the road.

"Yes" I sighed. I was straight, living drama free.

"You too Aniyah" she says

"Yeah, mom. I know" she looked back down at her phone.

"Why do you keep asking us that shit mom?" I asked with a slight attitude.

"Who the hell you cursing at Amiri Monae!." she exclaimed slamming on breaks

"YOU!!! You only started to be involved in our life is when that situation happened with Amirè, which was totally something out of our control !" I argued holding my face in my palm.

"Get the fuck out my car" She yelled. I happily picked up my bags and got out of the car.. I pulled out my phone and called my dad who was visting for the weekend. Luckily, he picked me up and took me home, him and my mother started arguing about what they should do about me and my attitude.

"FINE! ILL TAKE HER BACK TO ATLANTA WITH ME!" he yelled

"Now, you dont have to do all of that now!" she said sounding like she wanted to cry. "You cant take my baby away from me!"

"Girl, I aint never heard mama cry like that before, thats something serious" Amirè said crossing her arms and looking at me.

"I know"

"Miri, pack your things" my dad says from downstairs. I walked over to my closet and began packing my clothes, slowly. I sighed loudly and went downstairs to see my mother crying her eyes out. I wanted to cry, but who cares she deserves it. Aniyah helped me placed my things in the trunk. I hugged all everyone except my mother, before getting in the car and braced myself for this long trip to Atlanta.

"You not gone hug your mother?" my father asked putting on his seat belt.

"Nope" I sighed.

"Yep, you are my daughter" he chuckled. Atlanta here I come.

8 Hours Later

We made it to Atlanta safely, I haven't been here since the divorce, I have to start all over now.. That means new friends, (not like I need them) new clothes, new everything.. We pulled up to the house and I saw my favorite brother Markese sitting on the porch holding Amari. Markese was my favorite because he spoke real shit, every time I needed advice about niggas he gave it to me, not holding back, Amari was the sweetest human being ever, they both are my faves.