The Wall of Jordan (Diggy love story)

Chapter 1

I woke up to my alarm clock blasting Versace by Migos and Drake. I groaned as I hit snooze and made an effort to get up .My name is Jordan Gianna Lopez. I am 17 years old and my nickname is Jay. My mother is a New Orleans Creole and my dad is Belizean. My grandparents were born and raised in New Orleans but came to Nrooklyn for a better life. I live in Brooklyn in a brownstone with my 18 year old brother Rayan Lopez and my mother Christine Smith. Rayan and I's dad Henry Lopez doesn't live with us....I honestly don't know where he lives. He is in this big gang DLB. They kill people and drug deal for money. My dad stops by to give Rayan and I money and we get it....but it always results in him beating my mom for some reason. It hurts me to see my mom go through all this pain. I remember when I was younger when my dad was around everything was great. But one day he just up and left without a goodbye. My mom, Rayan and I were heartbroken but I got over it. Rayan has stepped up to the plate and became a man and I'm proud of him. He has also learned to take responsibility. I feel like I'm very different from everyone else. I don't like to talk about my feelings much. It makes me feel weak. I like to feel strong and confident.

Mom: JORDAN! Wake up or you will be late!
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Jordan: Yeah Ma I'm up!!!

I hopped out my bed and ran to the bathroom to do my daily routine. I went into my closet and pulled out a white fitted crop top, white shorts, an oversized acid wash jeans jacket, and my green glow retro 4 Jordan's. I got dressed and added a silver thick link chain and diamond earrings for some bling. I used a wide tooth comb and hair oil to manage my long tangled curly hair. My hair is always getting tangled and nappy. I left my hair out and put on some Viva La Juicy perfume. I looked in the mirror , grabbed my phone and bag and quickly took a mirror pic for Instagram. I don't think I'm the shit or the prettiest girl. I'm pretty average if you ask me. I have confidence though. Nothing can tear that away from me. I ran downstairs to see Rayan eating cereal and on his phone and my mom in the kitchen. I looked at my phone and my pic already got 150+ likes.

Jordan: Hey

Rayan:Hey girlie

Mom:Hey Jay. I won't be home tonight because I'm going on a date but ill leave money for food on the counter.

Rayan sighed and I rolled my eyes. I love my mother to death but her boyfriends are worthless. She has terrible taste and she can never seem to pick up the right guy.

Jordan: Ok Ma Ready Ray?

Rayan: Yeah.

We said bye to Ma and walked out to the car. He got in the drivers seat and me in the passengers seat. We both share this car...we bought it with our money and a little help from mom. We pulled up to school in about 10 minutes. We parked, hopped out and began to walk inside. We got plenty greetings, goodmornings, waves and some stares. People like us I don't know why though. I guess maybe our attitudes. It's weird because I have no friends here. Me and Rayan walked up to our lockers which were coincidentally right beside each other.

???:Yo Ray!

We turned around to see Rayan's friends Prince and Roc coming towards us.

Rayan: Wassup guys.

He daps them up

Roc: nuthin much.

Then I see some guy walk up to us. He strings his arms on my shoulder. Who this nigga though he was ?

???: hey mama you look so pretty what you fuckin with tonight

I roll my eyes and try to get out his grip but he is too strong. Rayan pushes him off of me.

Rayan: what the fuck is you doing nigga get the fuck outta here before yo ass get beat.

???: yeah yeah whatever big brother. Ii mama see you around baby *winks*