Nova
After, getting Blake dressed I double checked the suitcases for everything. Making sure I packed his favorite toys, and his favorite movie Toys Story 3. That movie was a lifesaver. Whenever I had a deadline to meet, I'd put it on and Blake's eyes wouldn't move from the t.v. Did I mention I have my own clothing line "The Trillest", which is doing substantially good right now. I dreamt of having my own line for as long as I could remember. I wish I could say it came that easy but it didn't. Honestly, it might have been the worst time of my life, but it made me stronger. Imagine moving to a new city, young, dumb, and pregnant.
I heard the front door open and Blake yell "Auntie Bri". "Hey hoe!" she said as I gave her a "bitch please" look. A black escalade, then pulled up to take us to the airport. We put everything in the truck and climbed in. "So..." Brianna said sparking up a conversation. "So..." I resorted mimicking her. "How do you feel about going back to Houston?" She questioned. I hadn't really thought about it until she brought it up. I zoned off into my own world, filled with my thoughts. I began to slightly panic. A million "What ifs" soared through my mind faster than lightening. "Forever and Beyond" I heard Brianna say. Which caused me to smile remembering, when we came up with it. I'm guessing she seen worry written across my face. I don't know where I'd be if it wasn't for her. She up and left with me to New York. She faced every challenge with me head-on. She was in the delivery room when I gave birth. Brianna was more than a best friend. She was like the sister I never had. She was my ride-or-die. I could call her up saying I needed help disposing a body, and she'd be there. She'd be there before I'd even get a chance to hang up the phone. We were such opposites. That's why it felt so easy to come together as one. She was always loud, rude, and didn't mind telling a bitch off. I was quiet and kept to myself, but don't get me wrong I'd tell a bitch of quick as well. I don't care about your size, or if you're taller or smaller than me. I'd just much rather observe the scene; instead of be seen. I guess we balanced each other out. We are fighters. We had to be in this world.
Brianna
Nova is my best friend. She's like a sister to me. The sister I never had. Blood wouldn't make us any closer. We are inseparable. Where there was Brianna, there was Nova. Nova and Blake are the only people I have and vice versa. We were both orphans.
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My mom pulled up to the school, dropping me off before returning home to take me dad to work. "Mom stop" I said as she kissed me. "I'm a big girl now." I was in third grade now. "You'll always be my baby." She said ever so sweetly. Those same words would forever ring in my head. My face grew red as a peered out the window and seen some of my classmates looking. As I closed the door, I heard her yell "I love you." I turned to see her smiling, and I returned it. Two hours into school, I'm getting pulled out of class to have a social worker tell me my parents were deceased. They died in a car accident. I was left alone, all alone in this harsh world. Of, course none of my relatives would take me. Ironically, thou they were always the first ones to call for money. So I ended up in the orphanage. I remember the social worker saying "This is where you'll be staying get use to it." This was all a job to her. She really didn't give a fuck about my well being. I broke down crying. "Don't cry." I heard a voice say. I looked up and it was Nova. "We can be best friends if you want."
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We've been best friends ever since. Nothing could break our bond. So, when she told me she was leaving, I left too. I couldn't leave her alone and pregnant. Honestly, I dont know how I would survive without her. She was my partner in crime. Blake was the best thing that happened to us. He toned us down. I love him, as I would love my own.
Nova
We finally landed in Houston. I was entirely too tired to do anything, but I had a photo shoot for "The Trillest" to get done. This was the only reason I was here, otherwise I'd probably never step foot on Houston soil again. You know, they still printing money out when you sleep? Right? I'm determined to get Blake everything I never had and more. So I must work, regardless of how exhausted I am.
Five hours later everything was done.The models and the pictures came out great. I hopped in the car that awaited me to go to the hotel, and meet up with Bri and Blake. As I rode in the car UGK's "One Day" started playing and I sung along with it.
Mama put me out at only fourteen.
So I start selling crack cocaine and codeine.
Time to stack some paper, think I'm a do it quick.
Thinking I'm a juvenile but they don't know who they messing with, yeah.
My mama's only son. But I live everyday like its my motherfucking last one.
Every nigga and they mama asking why.
But I'm in the game, live by the game, and in the game I'm a die.
But if I die or should I say if I go.
This just reminded me how much I loved Houston. This is where it all started for me. I just hate the people that reside here.
The car pulled up to the hotel and I could see Blake and Brianna inside waiting for me in the lobby.
"Nova?" I heard a familiar voice question.
