Down With The Clique

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Nickis POV:

Nickis POV:

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Back in Montgomery, People were nice, friendly, sweet, and would take anyone in care and shelter if they were in need. But here, things have changed completely. 


I, Nicki Tanya Braxton, was walking to the local store, 5 blocks down from where I lived. There were a group of girls looking at me. I felt unsettled, but i lifted my head up high, like my mama told me to, and walked passed them. 

                                                                

                                                             "Look at her, Thinking she allat." 

             

    One of the, so i believed 'leaders' said. I felt insulted, but kept on moving. Moving from place to place is kinda hard. Me and my mama have moved around so much because of her job. But since she got fired for some odd reason, We had to come back here. Mama said that we would be moving to Houston, but we're gonna be here for a while.


I honestly think that's dumb, but i can't argue with mama. In this small part of where we live there was drive-bys, gun violence, etc. Back in Montgomery there was abuse towards black  people in the uptown. It happened mostly in the down town, but no matter where it was, there would always be abuse towards black people.


I made it back to the house and mama told me to go wash up for dinner. When i came downstairs for dinner, I saw mama had made mash-potatoes, fried chicken, cornbread with gravy. "My favorite?" i had asked mama, because she only makes my favorite either to tell me good news or bad news. Usually when it comes to bad news, i would be crying while i eat my food or be mad while i eat. Anyway my reaction turns out, i'm still eating food. "Yeah, I have some good news so hurry up and start eating"


I sat down happy, of course. I started eating so she could tell me. "So you remember you're little friend that lives in Houston?" she asked. I nodded 'yes'. That little friend she's referring to is Beyonce. 


Beyonce was my best friend when me and mama went to Houston for a funeral. We were 8 at the time. We kept in touch after I left. "Well she's coming over for a little to meet with someone who can help with her career" I spat out my water. "REALLY!?" "little girl clean up that mess!" "sorry mama". I say hurrying up to clean the mess.

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