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*°Dae-Nia POV°*
Growing up poor isn't something I wear like a badge of honor. Yes, I had a roof over my head
amen to that—but every time it rains, I'm forced to set buckets in every corner of my house, praying they catch the drips instead of flooding my only sanctuary.
The sound of raindrops hitting metal is a cruel reminder of my reality, echoing through the empty rooms. I left high school with eight CXC subjects—a small miracle, considering the lack of resources I had to study. But God surely works wonders. Now, I'm at Portmore Community College, chasing my dream of becoming a teacher, hoping to create a better future for myself.
"Miss Brown, class ended ten minutes ago. Why are you still here?" Mr. Oliver's voice cuts through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present."Oh, I didn't even notice," I responded, glancing at the clock and feeling a rush of embarrassment
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I gather my things quickly, shoving my books and papers into my worn-out bag. The classroom is emptying out, and I can hear the chatter of my classmates as they filter onto the corridors
As I step outside, the warm air hits me, but it's laced with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Time to head back to my shack, I think to myself, the familiar weight of dread settling in my stomach.
*Bus Stop*
I arrive at the bus stop, where a few other passengers are waiting. The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything, but I can't shake the feeling of unease that lingers in my chest.
"Psst, my girl!" A short, bleach out guy call out to me from the other side of the road
"Bomboclaat, my fren looks like cookie and cream to pussy," I mutter under my breath, i keep my eyes fixed on the ground."Yuh nuh hear man a call yuh?" he presses, his voice slightly louder now, but I refuse to look up . caz a cyaa mi him talk to
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"Dae!" Shana's voice breaks through my thoughts, and I turn to see her rushing towards me, her face flushed."Wahm, fren?" I reply, forcing a smile despite my irritation."Yuh know how long mi deh yah and cyaa get no taxi? Mi even waa peepee follow mi gah bathroom nuh," she complains, shifting from foot to foot.
"Yuh cyaa wait likkle, Shana?" I ask, trying to be patient."NO! Girl, come! Mi need fi go KFC bathroom!" she insists, grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
" mumma yuh nuh see mi a talk to ar" oreo combo shout
"suck yuh madda she nuh want yuh" shana shout back
*At KFC*
As we push through the door of KFC, the familiar smell of fried chicken and fries envelops us. The place is buzzing with a lady arguing with a server.
" she brave yf caz why yah cuss somebody who a deal wid yuh food" I thought to my self
"Dah boy deh cute, eee!" Shana whispers, her eyes lighting up as she spots a guy at the counter, his back turned to us.
"Shana, nuh piss yuh come yah fi piss?" I tease, trying to pull her focus back.
"So? But him look familiar," she insists, her gaze lingering.
"Fi true," I agree, squinting to get a better look at him. "Him kinda look like Milo," she says, and my heart skips a beat.
"Shana, Milo dead from mi a thirteen," I remind her, but she's already ignoring me, darting towards the bathroom.
*Five Minutes Later*
"Dae, yuh cyaa tell mi seh anno Milo dat?" Shana's voice is urgent as she rushes back to me, her eyes wide with excitement."A yuh go raise the bloodclaat duppy, Shana? Caz a muss dat!" I respond, feeling a mix of disbelief and curiosity.
"Mmmmcth," she huffs, crossing her arms defiantly. "Mi ago ask him," I say, half-jokingly, but the thought lingers in my mind.
*Milo's POV*
"Milo? Who the fuck dat?" I think to myself, a wave of confusion washing over me as I notice the girl approaching.
"Hi, are you Milo?" she asks, her voice tentative, and I can see a flicker of recognition in her eyes."No, mumma, mi name Zaine," I lie,
"Oh, sorry, my bad. I thought you were my childhood friend who died," she says, 4
"Eee, a suh mi ugly fi look like duppy or a yuh excuse dat fi talk to mi," I reply, dem gyal yah full a too much style
"yah wah fi mi talk to " she says, turning to walk away, and suddenly, "Maamz, wait deh!" I call after her,
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"wah?" she replies, pausing just a moment, her back still turned to me."Weh yuh seh, yuh name again?" " my name is Dae-Nia," she answers, and suddenly, the realization hit mi . I know her
. I used to watch her from a distance when we were young, admiring her spirit.
cyaa my dae dae dis
"Want a ride?" I ask, trying to sound casual, but my heart is pounding."No thanks, I don't know you," she replies, her voice firm, and I can see the hesitation in her eyes.
"Well, mi a go round a your side, so come. Mi nah do yuh nothing," I assure her, hoping to convince her.
"Mi ago ask mi fren fuss," she responds, and I can see the conflict in her expression.*Dae-Nia POV*
Kmt, a weh dis likkle girl coulda gone now? Mi not even lef fi five minutes.
"Dae, mi boyfriend come gi mi sorry," Shana messaged me, and I can't help but roll my eyes. "Mmmmcth, tell yuh bout dem man clown yah."
Walking back towards Zaine, I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. "I'm coming," I call out, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Gwaan in nuh, mumma," he replies,
and I can't shake the feeling of unease. Wait, how him know weh mi live? A so people get kidnap, enno.
i made a few changes I'm sorry for not posting but a hot girl summa
