Au'jaeuh Johnson
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I watched as my parents got ready. They claim their going on a date, which is crazy to me. I'm not going on a date with nobody who cheated.
Kenan better not ever fucking try me.
They're married, so I guess they don't have a choice. I don't know if they made up or what, but by the end of the night they gone be fucking.
Glad they're done arguing cause I was tired of hearing that shit.
They're the least of my worries anyway cause I'm finna see my man. They ain't gone be the only ones fucking tonight.
I'm finna have the time of my life on that dick. They don't know that the mens basketball team is in the same state to play.
Kenan's here in Tennessee.
My parents think I'm about to be in this hotel room alone. No, I'm leaving cause no way they finna have a good time and I'm not.
"You need to be finishing that assignment little girl" my momma said as I laid across the bed on my phone
"I am in a little"
"No, right now"
"Wait" I held up a finger before she slapped me across the legs and I got up, "Ow, momma"
"Stop playing with me, and put the phone down"
"Okay, but you ain't have to hit me. That hurt" I practically cried out, "It sting"
"Maybe you'll think twice before you tell me to wait" she said before I sucked my teeth and threw my phone down
I grabbed my computer from the side and placed it in my lap. She just glared at me before walking away.
Okay.
I tuned my parents out as they talked amongst themselves. I'm frustrated because I don't even take the typical classes a freshman would take.
In high school, I was taking college classes. I came to college with college credits already. So, I'm already doing work in my major.
I already have business stuff that's driving me crazy. That shit be making me wanna just not do it, but I'm gonna get in trouble if I don't.
Flau'jae and Angel is not going for that.
"Ma I need help" I said while getting up from the bed, "With this accounting work"
"Hurry up cause the truck on the way" she demanded while slipping on her watch
"It's hard"
She took the computer once I got to her, and I just watched as she looked. I like that I'm majoring in the same thing my mom did.
So, she knows how to help.
This shit comes easy to her, and she likes it. It's easy cause she know what to do with numbers. We're talking about somebody who don't fuck around when it comes to their money.
She can figure that shit out quick.
This lady can count from front to back, multiply, divide, add — all types of shit. She can flip it in her head with no calculator.
Sometimes she need one, but not all the time.
"You need to pay attention to the numbers and read. Is you even trying?" she looked at me before I just shrugged, "You not"
