"I remember when I was starving, remeber when I was broke. Remeber hating that feeling, didnt wanna feel it no more"
Makaveli in MM😍
T O M M Y
I been down all week. I can't even think straight. My nigga gone. I feel as if it's a dream, it don't feel real.
Like they say though niggas don't fuck with you till you in the grave. Everybody all on Instagram talm bout how close they was with em. Nigga what?
I was the one down for him, and sharing shit. Didn't nobody else fuck with us.
If I did have to add anyone to the list it would be my little sister Makaveli. We was all we had.
Jamal ass went M.I.A. I been looking for his ass and he no where to be found but, I'm not tripping over it his time will come.
Instead of Chucky going with me I'm now leaving with Makaveli. She suggested that we go to Florida instead of Georgia since Atlanta still is a hotspot and she plans on moving there for school in the future anyways which I don't think is a bad idea so I guess that's the move.
I'm home packing my stuff and everything I pick up brings memories of Chucky. I'm trying to stay strong I really am but it's hard. You can't just let go a person you knew all your life. It just don't work like that.
I started thinking and decided Ma Dukes should come along. But, I would have her go to rehab for her addiction.
I went to check on Makaveli and see if she was done packing.
I got up and entered her room to find her on the phone.
"Who that?" I asked slighty mad that she wasnt finishing packing and had her things everywhere.
"Uh-uh"
I didnt ask again, I just waited.
"My boyfriend......Teo (Tay°O)" she said lowly but loud enough for me to her. I didnt want to overreact so I stood there plotting on what I should do next.
" We never did nothing I putbit on the dead guys. We dont even hold hands" I could hear the fear in her voice.
"Tell that nigga its over" I walked away slamming the door behind me.
I wasnt really mad cause I know my sister not the type to hoe around.
Leaving that topic for a later time I finished putting my things up.
~Plane Ride~
I sat trying not to look out the window. I had my mom sleeping with her head rested on my shoulder and Makaveli a seat over.
When I leave for the O I planned out. I got to make changed with my life. I cant expect to do the same thing im doing now and for life to get better. I got to strategize.
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