Kay Flock story:
about a girl who is learning herself and a boy who is losing himself
Many would consider them an unlikely duo but a perfect one.
They balance eachother perfectly; Like ying and yang.
This story begins with the pair coincidently me...
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------------------ 📍 BRONX, NEW YORK, USA 1:27 PM ------------------
Since Chyna had stormed off angrily somehow we had found our way to Maya and her friends, who seemed to be going through alot.
Remaining in the gymnasium. A big group of mostly boys and a few masc girls our age huddle around. All passionate and jumping at eachother like fight dogs; ready to defend their side of the story.
One of those many people were Maya, shaking her head out of discontent with the whole situation as she hangs at the side lines, seeming tired of the argument.
Cautiously I tap softly with my hand on her upper arm not wanting to alarm the distressed girl. She twizzles around in shock "Dijah! You made it! Where you been at?" Pulling me in for a hug excitedly she pulls back out, each of her hands resting on my shoulders as she looks me in the eyes for an answer.
I giggle at her unexpected excitement, smiles bright between us "I'm sorry, I was with my new friend; this is Chyna by the way" shuffling myself out of the way slightly; I allow for Chyna who, I remained clung to, to come into sight.
Maya expresses a awkward grin, as she leans in for a single armed hug "wassup Chyna, how been?" She asks the girl hugging her back before swiftly putting it to an end "yeah, I've been good thanks" she smiles back looking to the ground.
I glance over to my new friend to ensure she was okay, but since she was looking into her phone i couldn't make a connection. I wondered what the tension was about, but before I could look up to Maya in hopes of further understanding what's going on.
A deep voice Interrupts my thoughts, entering the atmosphere "M.A tell these niggas here that $500 ain't just nothing" a skinny boy who looked around our age, slung his umber brown arm around Maya's clothed shoulder.
Staring at her in her face as he anticipated an answer, she just nodded turning her face to his. A small silent communication between them happened causing them to both turn in Chyna and I's direction simultaneously.
