Laquisha Got The Juice Now.

Positive or Nah?

Jermaine's POV

Out of all people how can it be me. Every year at school we take these STD test to make sure none of us in the school catch any diseases, but I'm not going to worry for now because people say they always get the results wrong, but then I think that after those people say that they just kind of disappear. 

"Aye, Jermaine wassup my nigga. I passed my STD test, cleaner than ever!" my nigga Marcus said with a kool-aid smile on his face.

"Aye that's wassup.." I replied.

"So is you positive or nah?" Marcus said while trying to snatch the paper out of my hand. I snatched back quickly.

"Nigga the fuck is wrong with you? You be the damn first one to go around telling everyone you positive. I remember in 5th grade you posted that shit on your mama car, you had a celebration party for that shit. If you ain't positive I don't think I can fuck with you like that no more.

"Hell yeah nigga I'm positive, this is just my college acceptance letter to ICDC college."

"MY NIGGA! YOU GOT INTO ICDC COLLEGE WITH THAT NIGGA ROMEO! That can be the first nigga you rob at the college, you know that nigga got money for days." Well deuces nigga my hoe waiting in the sewer for me.

I ran my ass in the house and just sat and thought to myself. How could I let this happen, what will happen when I die.. All of a sudden I felt water running down my cheeks, man I know it ain't raining in this house the fuck. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What the fuck is this shit coming out my eyes. I hurried up and rushed my ass on google to see what the fuck was up with my eyes. 

Crying? What the fuck is crying..

Defeniton:

Crying- To sob or shed tears because of grief, sorrow, or pain

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. I ain't never cried in my life, I ain't even cry when I was a baby. When you born in the hood you got to know how to live like a hood nigga. But I'm crying. This is a sign it's time for me to die. I need to go write my death letter just in case someone comes in my apartment one day and sees I'm dead they'll know exactly what happened. I'll write a letter to my hoes, my mama, my crackhead daddy, and my day one niggas. Even the bitches I don't like will recieve one.

I'm dying alone. But at least I'ma die like a real nigga.