"In the hood I'm like princess diana💥"
Riley
6:00 Atlanta breeze
Pink lambagene drop top
Bone straight Hair blowing in the wind
short white French tip nails and toes straight out the salon and pretty arched eyebrows in the rear view mirror was the aesthetic of girls just being girls. But not just any girls spoiled girls at that. A screamed filled laughter echoed behind in the corn feilds we drove past as angel hunked at the former that bent over in the huge wide stretch of land watering and feeding horses. Ewwws and giggles let loose as the old man smiled. Angel choked in her heavy laughing.
"What made you do that-
"I-don't- know- why- I- just- felt- like-doing-it" she said hiccuping and dying of laughter trying to focus on the road. Our historical laughter and our faces turning to look at each other from time to time made my heart tingle and in that moment I felt a scenes of love and adoration. Angel was my best friend since first day at my middle school. I remember the first day I met her it was my first time going to semi public school. And I had begged my parents to go there I can still remember my dad with his thick accent "Riley no yuh mother and I have already discussed public school and we think you still to young for that. Until grade 6 no"
But I've always been a spoil brat, and I've always gotten what I wanted expecially from my mother, I'm their miracle baby. It didn't take long for them to bow down to me and put me in public school. I remember entering school in my pink cheetah print Gucci book bag and a pretty givinchy black dress and black slippers. A nervous reck I was and wanted to run back to the front office to tell my mother I don't want to attend public school anymore. when I saw angel she had on pink from head to toe and short black braids and her little pink book bag. She was the prettiest girl I've ever seen. I was scared to talk to her at first but she spoke to me. She sat beside me and told me one of her friends though I was pretty she pointed her hands over to a tall Mexican boy who was staring at me with heart eyes if that sound's explainable, and we became best friends.
Here we are now 18 years old couple months away from graduating from katewind high school and into college. Smart, pretty, rich 4.0 gpa fat ass and woman hood ahead of us. I still can't believe we are 18 and done with school already. It feels like just yesterday we were toddlers running around while our fathers were playing gulf and our mothers were cooking dinner for us while we exchanged dolls in my room.
Her father was a successful billionaire of a hair company that also sells perfumes called kalup and own plenty of other companies and buildings in Atlanta. While my father is a cardiac doctor and a marine scientist my mother is a gynecologist and a therapist.
My parents make way more money than her parents of course but she's still rich enough to be my friend.
My grandma always told me don't hang with girls who have less than me because they will start to become jealous of me and birds of a feather flock together and I'm a rich and pretty girl I could never hang around no poor bitch.
We wouldn't even understand each other.
This lipstick is Dior and it doesn't part to ever breath the same air with a brokey.
"I can't believe I hunk at him but He'll be alright! He's handsome tho. He looked like he could've had me when he was young" I said. Angel shoved my shoulder.
"Ewwwwwwww nasty!"
"Or right now-
"GET OUT!" She yelled dramatically, I giggled.
"Make me"
We were currently on our way to Bronx party angels boyfriend. We've known him since highs school. He wasn't our typical guys you'd think we were interested in he was alittle hood and ghetto. But had money of course. I don't like him he's not a nice person. He's cheated on angel many times the biggest time was with one of our best friends who we stopped hanging out with Jessica.
Some how angel took him back. Could've never been me. She's more richer than him so I don't understand what her problem is. He must be fucking her good but there's no dick in the world that could make me put up with taking back a man that cheated with my best friend.
But here we were going to his birthday party.
I was more excited to go since there was a guy in attendance that I was talking to. Trey. Me and him used to be together in middle school until we left off to katewin, i met him again because he's Bronx friend and we've been talking over messages and FaceTime ever since. He's a very sweet guy, always been and still is. His family is rich too. All the people I went to school with are all every well off. He's like my perfect dream guy I can bring home to my father and he's very handsome, smart and respectful.
I raised my iPhone 16 taking selfies as I pushed my shades down onto my face
"I LIKE GOOD GIRLS I LIKE GOOD GIRLS BUT I LOVE BAD BITCHES" me and angel sung to future posted straight to instagram where my family and friends could see.
"Whatsapp group for you today" angel laughed I giggled. My Jamaican side of the family were who she was talking about. I'm their favorite topic of discussion in the WhatsApp groups by my aunties. It was horrible in high school, now they can't say anything now that I'm grown.
I hate my Jamaican side. They poor and weird and have nothing to do. The last time I went to Jamaica I was 19, I go there every year for summer and always hated it. They are so poor it's insane like my family there knows nothing about the rich life style I live here and they are convinced they're rich. They're always talking about me in their little group chats and stalking me on social media I have all of them. They need to worry about hurricanes and not me.
