2 1/2 months later...
Tray...
Today was the day before graduation. I woke up and drove to Amari's apartment. I opened the door cause I asked her to leave it open. I entered to see her waddling around looking for something.
"What you doing Oreo?" I ask
"I'm just frustrated" she says
"Why?" I ask
"The gold dress we bought don't fit." She says
"Well you are pregnant 8 months if I can enter. But you need to stop complaining because for a pregnant lady you look good and you're really not all that big." I say
"Thanks" she says plopping on the couch and I look at her and smile
"No problem baby" I say kissing her hand
We sit there in silence.
"I can't believe we're graduating and having a child. It kinda feels unbelievable" she say
"Yeah it's crazy" I say
We didn't have to go school today and tomorrow because of graduation.
Amari...
We fell asleep.
Soon after I woke. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I turned on the radio and they were promoting that party for tomorrow night. I got some yogurt and turned off the radio. I went to the room and started eating my yogurt. I finished it and looked at my dress for tomorrow.
Since I was already fit before I got pregnant I did not gain all that much weight. Tray came in the room and laid next to me.
His ass started to fall asleep again. I went and took a shower. I got out and put on my ombré purple and blue PINK bra and panties set. I put on some khaki cargo pants and a camo crew neck with some black vans. I put my hair in a back bun and but on a tan POLO hat. I got my keys and went to my car.
I drove to the neighborhood Walmart to get some food. I went inside and went straight to the meat section. I got a few pounds if ground turkey and a few pounds of ground beef. I also went and got some taco mic and some veggies. I went to the frozen section to get some ice cream. I looked up and saw Dollaz pushing a little girl in a cart. I walked up to him.
"Hello Latrell" I say
"Aww what's up Amari" He says
"Who's this cutie" I ask playing nice then some woman pops up
"Umm this is my daughter and this is my Wife" he says
"Aww well it's nice seeing you" I say walking off
I checkout then go to my car. I put the groceries in my car then hop in. I start cracking the fuck up. I can't believe that he fuckin married.
I drove off and ride back home. I got the groceries and went inside to see Tray playing video games.
"Oh shit you got some food" he says
"Yep and guess what" I said going in the kitchen
"What baby?" He ask
"Dollaz is married and has a fuckin kid. The kid looked like 3 too. " I say
"Aww damn" he said
I cooked the ground beef and made smothered burritos.
We ate then watched a movie then Tray left and went home.
Chyna...
Next day...
This morning I woke up and went to the tailor to pick up my pants suit. I left the tailor and went to pick up my pictures.
I went back home and facetimed Jaxon.
He was sad cause he couldn't make it down here because he had a busy schedule.
After an hour I went to Beauty Bar to get a silk press. After B. Simone, my hairstylist, finished my hair I left and went to get my make up done.
When I got to Sephora Ashley, my mom's Bestfriend did my make up. It was cute because it was simple but fierce at the same time. I left and went home and got ready. I put on my outfit then went downstairs and grabbed my cap and gown. I left and drive to the school.
Ja...
Today is the big day! I woke up took a shower and put on some sweats. I left and went to pick up my pictures and to clear everything out of my junky locker. I don't know about the other seniors but after today I'm not coming back. It's Wednesday but I really don't care. I feel once you graduate it's not required for you to come back.
I left and drove to the mall cause I really want some Jamba Juice. After I left I went to Beauty Bar and got my hair curled.
I left and went home so my mom could do my makeup. After she was done I put on my outfit. I got my cap and gown and left driving to graduation because we had to practice.
After thirty minutes people were starting to come. It was about to be graduation.