Janiyah was the kind of girl everyone adored - sweet, kind, and effortlessly alluring. Her beauty and vibrant personality drew people to get, making her the center of attention wherever she went. Always up for a good time, she never missed a chance...
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Niyah
"Aye, girl wassup!?"
I could hear my cousin yell just as I pulled up onto the street. I parked my car and climbed out letting my music blast through its speakers. The side of the street I pulled up on was empty until my cousin came over, which made everyone crowd around my car. They knew it was always a show when him and I were together.
"We boppin?"
He asked after giving me a one-armed hug simve his other hand held a red plastic cup filled with God knows what. I smiled up at hm, his 6-foot frame towered over mine so I craned my neck as I nodded. He walked over to my car pulling his phone fom his pocket. I'm guessing to change the song that was playing.
The air was so warm which made me happy at the outfit I'd had on. Iwas sporting high-waisted ripped bleached jeans, a red halter crop top exposing my belly button ring, and red Converse on my feet. My long hair flowed down to the middle of my back. It's dusty brown color all thanks to my mother. She's Creole which makes me half Creole.
Looking around I noticedtere were cars parked on both ends of the street, blocking it off. It was a typical block party which always gave a nostalgic vibe. I rememberbeing a kid coming here and now I was almost out of high school.
"Go".
My cousin spoke walking back over to me and pushing me lightly. The crowd around us moved around creating a circle so they could see. Some people had their phones out, ready to record us dancing. I recognized most of the people crowded around to be family, and afew faces were unfamiliar.
Trey and I used to dance all the time when we were little and nothing changed as we grew older. We practically grew up as brother and sister and were raised in the tough streets of Chicago. I grew up having everything I wanted, while Trey turned to the streets where he found an addiction to making his own money.
"Nah you go first".
"Mane go!"
He yelled causing laughs to emerge from the small crowd. I began bopping to the beat and I was doing better than Trey if I do say so myself. Whatever mix he was playing had quick transitions which had me thrown off. Sill, I enjoyed as we danced playfully, laughing and joking the entire time.
Trey and I took turns dancing back and forthutil we both grew tired. Clapping could be heard all around us and I faced Trey to do a dramatic bow. H pushed me and I laughed walking away.
Walking over to my car and I turned it off before making my way inside of my Aunt's house. She would always host these ghetto ass parties and invite everybody and they mama out. Only 'cause she wasn't that much older than me or Trey. She's 23 while I'm 18.
My grandma decided to have another baby 5 years before my mommy had me. Which made me and my Aunt hang out a lot when I was little. When I was 10 she was 15 and doing everything I wish I could. She would sometimes sneak and take me places with her, teaching me how to be outside and how to carry myself. Although my daddy would always fuss and say I needed to spend time with kids my age my mama wouldn't mind as much. Overtime, we grew apart and stopped hanging out so much.
