𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 | 𝐒𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐆𝐨

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authors note
i have a feeling that i'm gon be yelled at but, last chapter, buckle up 😁 .

one year time skip

"I got in!" I watch Fallon yell as she looks at her acceptance letters for college. So far she had gotten into UMiami, UCLA, Penn State, Howard, and now Morgan State.

Every time she got accepted, she would do a little happy dance that would make laugh. "I'm nervous about this one." She bites her lip looking at the letter for UPenn.

"Why? You're smart. Way smarter than the average." I look at her.

"Okay but it's an ivy league. Those schools are hard to get into." She says.

"If it makes you feel any better, I didn't get into an ivy league school." I shrug.

"Well you'd have to apply to college to get into one, Sha." She looks at me and then at the computer screen.

"Ah fuck it, whatever." She clicks on the email.

' It's time to celebrate! You are invited to join the class of 2029 at the University of Pennsylvania for study in college arts and sciences '

is what the first paragraph read. Fallon's eyes went wide. "I made it into an ivy league school." Her mouth agape.

For someone who was nervous about getting in and actually getting in she didn't seem too excited. "What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Me and Ramiyah were gonna go here together." She pauses. A sudden sadness filling her face.

"No baby, don't get sad. Go there for the both of you. Don't cry. She would want you to go." I comfort her in the best way possible.

It's been a year since Ramiyah's death. Almost 2 since Jay's. And she hasn't gotten over either. The smallest things trigger her.

Especially stuff that reminds her of them. And its only got worse overtime as she grew up. The benchmarks she was supposed to hit with Ramiyah at her side.

We would release Jay's songs so his spirit still had a grip on the music industry. And although Fallon couldn't say much, I could tell it really bugged her.

She let the tears slip, looking at the acceptance email. "No." She whispers.

"No? What do you mean no? Fallon you got into an ivy league school, what do you mean no?" I asked her, my heart racing.

"I'm not going. I can't go." She closes the lap top, throwing it onto the couch that sat on the side of her bed.

"You're not going? Yes the fuck you are." I sit up.

"Sha, it's not right to Ramiyah." She wipes her tears and stares at the ceiling.

"Fallon, all seriousness and no disrespect, but Ramiyah is dead. Whether or not she was alive, she wasn't getting into that school. You seen her grades, her attendance. She was in all honors classes and failing. She wasn't getting nowhere." I speak truthfully.

Although, I didn't say it in the nicest way, I could tell I got my point across. Fallon's eyes softened at the realization. Yes, UPenn was Ramiyah's dream school but she put no effort in to achieving that dream.

"You're right." Fallon says.

"Thank you." My heart rate returns to its normal pattern, allowing me to lay back down.

"But, I'm still not going." Fallon says, stern about her answer.

"And why the fuck not?" I ask her.

"I'm gonna go to UCLA." She shrugs.