(India in mm)
India Cash
"India Celine Cash." The president called my name into the stage.
"THAT'S MY CHILD!" My mum shouted as I walked onto the stage with my graduation robe on. I smiled hard showing my blue braces that covered my top and bottom teeth. I took the diploma from the presidents hand as he stood at the microphone. "Thank you." I said to him, shook his hand and walked off the other side of the stage.
I couldn't believe this was happening, after horrible, chaotic years of school, I was finally moving up to big girls school, college. I wanted to go to college because I wanted to pursue my dream and destiny, basketball. When people first see me, they think of the typical light skin that breaks hearts and acts a damn fool to get whatever I want and blah blah blah but it ain't even like that. I have always worked for myself, if I wanted anything from my car in my driveway to the yeezys on my feet.
I sat next to my best friend, Stella as she was also graduating. "I'm really gonna miss you India.." She wiped the tears the slowly fell down her white, rosy cheeks.
"I'm always gonna be one call away." I hugged her.
"And that is class of 2016!" The president declared and all graduates threw their caps high in the air. I saw a few diplomas go up too but, but that was none of my business. "We did it!" I held onto Stella like I was never gonna see her ever again, which was most likely gonna happen after the after-party. She was going to a completely different college to me which was sad, yeah, but we had different passions. She was the biology type of person, she had always dreamt to be a doctor whilst I was the baller.
"See you at the after party!" Stella and I did our handshake that we made up years back. I blew her a kiss and we parted ways. I walked to my car being careful of dirt as I was not trying to get my yeezys dirty, not today. I jumped into my Range Rover and I had to wait for my mom so I grabbed my phone from the glove compartment to check out all the photos people had uploaded to snap, ig and the rest from today. My notifactions were blown up - as usual. But I realised it was Bryan that was continuously calling me.
Bryan, Bryan, Bryan. Bryan was my long term boyfriend YEARS BACK. Yup, years back in high school and he still hasn't let go. He was a lowkey stalker because he got multiple numbers to blow up my phone (as I kept on blocking him) but I could just tell it was always him when he texted on a new unknown number so I just blocked the number once again and went on with my life.
My mum hopped into the passenger seat and my big brother sat in the back. "What the fuck are you waiting fo?" Cj asked in his thick southern accent as he sat forward.
"Did you want me to leave without you? This ain't no drive-by, we're in no rush nigga," I looked back at him so quick and hit him with the death glare.
"Carlito Jr, your not to old to get a whooping!" Ma yelled in her accent too.
"Why did you not shout at her?" He looked confused and angry at the same time.
"Celine." Ma whispered sitting back, relaxed.
I was the only one who didn't have a strong Atlanta accent because mama had Cj in Atlanta but my dad, well he was in the game and that got him in prison when I was 5 months old. But don't get me wrong, I still had a faded accent. Cj decided to follow Pa though so he lives in Atlanta as a King Pin at 20. But as soon as he heard I was graduating, he got into his private jet and flew here right away, to Cali where he moved us out. He is a pain in the as.. Butt. But I love him.
He put his seatbelt on and I drove off to my mama's house.
I pulled up to my mama's house and I saw the rest of my brothers. Jamal (15), Dj (10), Quentin (4) and my favourite Loui (1). They were all on the door step waiting for mama. Once they saw my car, they all got up even Loui who took the steps he only just learnt to take. "Cj, my nigga!" Jamal dapped Cj up as he got out of the car. Ma looked up from her bag and gave him the death glare but went back to looking in her bag. The little ones came and hugged me tightly.
