Chapter Eighteen
1:15 PM
📍Barbican Kingston, Jamaica
We arrived in Kingston a couple of hours ago
The traffic was terribleAli and I stopped by the house that Aunty owned, the one we'll be staying at when we start school next month
Ali had a photographer came by earlier and I took photos to the point where I felt sick
I was told they would be ready by tomorrow
We we now on our way to a club still dolled up from early
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We arrive at the club twenty-five minutes later
It was packed and the line was long as hell"We nah join that enuh," Ali said
" wah yuh mean, then how we aguh get in?" I asked curious
She points to a man suited in black
" A mi uncle, Mommy brother,"
"Ohhh,"
We held hands and walked towards the man
"Uncle," Ali said
" Mi niece! yuh just a get big pon mi suh, bwoi yuh pretty ee Mon," He said hugging Ali
"A di birthday girl dis?" He asked
Ali nodded
"Happy Birthday Ali Friend,"
"Thank you"
"Uno know the drill nuh Mek nuh body pour uno drink and keep uno drink wid uno at all time uno caah trust nobody and stay together. Drink on my tab anything at all uno want
Mi out here suh all night suh uno know Weh fi find me," he told us before giving us VIP hand bands and sending us insideAli and I held on to each other's hand tightly going through the thick crowd to get to our destination which was upstairs
We were getting so many stares it felt uncomfortable
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