Hahaha Yep I'm Jazanae.
Im 14 years old (pretty young rite?)
I still live at home....
And that seems to be the problem.
All the pain-I wish it would go away.
All the loss- I wish it could have stayed.
All my homies- Most cant take away.
JAZANAE P.O.V (Point Of View)
Thundering and raining- we all where sitting outside. Laughing and Talking like any other day. Popsicles melting and the music loud just because it was still summer. Then my phone rang.
"Zzzz Zzzz Deon Zzzz Zzzz" my phone vibrated. Deon is my guy best-friend! He knows what to say, When to say it, and genuinely cares! Gosh-I love that kid!
"Jazz....I have to tell you something.." Deon slowly said.
"Whats up?" I started to get nervous.
"You know what....Hi!"
Ok at that point I KNEW something was up, but if he's not worried about it- why should I? It seemed such a stupid and pointless conversation.
"Im just going to holla at you later!" I said as I ended the call.
I told a couple of my friends goodbye indicating that my hair was now getting drenched by the pouring rain. I picked up my belongings and ran towards my front door.
"JAZANAE" I heard my mother call. It sounded as if she was in pain, but she always says that she is ok. That killed me inside.
"Yes Mam" I slurred as I walked passed the foyer into the Living Room.
"Hows my baby girl doing and Don't forget tomorrow- you and deon are suppose to hang."
"Im doing great and of course I wouldn't miss it for the world"
But little did I know...Just hanging out with him would soon hurt me even more.
