𝐒𝚑𝚢, 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱-𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔡 16-year-old Ya'Mori, born and raised in South Central, Los Angeles. She was raised around music her whole life and grew up to love music and can play any instrument you can give her
𝐘𝔞'𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔦 lives with...
A/N: We have almost reached the end of '95, I know that Eazy died in March of that year so let's pretend all that didn't happen until later.:
Set of Friday-1995 South Central, Los Angeles
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(I'm gonna put some scenes I see Ya'Mori in, and her role in this movie is 'Rina'. She's Debbie's baby sister and friends with Smokey and Craig.)
This is the beginning of the movie where Friday morning starts, Rina was asleep when Felicia barged into her room.
"Rina!" I jolted up hearing my sister yell, I looked at the clock and then back at her. "What the hell, Felicia, it's 8:30 in the morning," I laid back, turning away from her.
"Can I borrow your clothes for the day?" I heard her ask, I turned my head to her giving her a wtf look. "You woke me up, after a long day of work to ask me if you could borrow my clothes?" I questioned.
"Yeah," She answered, I looked at the camera and then back at her. "Getcho ass out my room," I got up and pushed her out. "I'ma tell Debbie," She says before I slam the door.
"She already left, with yo begging ass," I grabbed some clothes and took a shower. I went outside to take the trash cans out, I saw Lil Chris badass.
"What's up, Rina?" Lil Chris says riding his bike onto my driveway.
"'What's up' nothing, I need to whoop yo' little ass for knocking over these trash cans last week," I placed the trash cans by the curb without facing the kid.
"Do not knock these over," I pointed to the trash cans.
"Girl, ain't nobody gonna knock over your stupid trash cans," He kissed his teeth.
"You better not, and ain't you supposed to be in school?" I asked him.
"Ain't you supposed to have a man?" He retorts with a grin.
"What?" I ran after him, but he got away on his bike. "I'm gonna knock over your trash cans anyway." He yelled back.
"Better run," I yelled after him. "Little bastard," I walked back inside the house.
Before I could get inside, I saw Felicia across the street at Craig's house, already begging. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In this scene, Rina stops by Craig's place. He and Smokey were sitting on the porch.
"Hey, y'all," I waved as I sat on the porch steps. "Hey Rina," Smokey winked but I rolled my eyes.
"What y'all talkin' about?" I moved a strand of hair from my face. "Red getting knocked the fuck out by Deebo," He answered.
"He still ain't got his bike back?" I raised my brow, Smokey shook his head in response.
"Craig," Mrs. Jones opens the door looking upset. "Tell that little girl to stop playing on my phone."
