Rememberance Love

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September 1, 2018

Moni.

My alarm went off with soft chimes, signaling that it was time for me to wake up for school---high school. I really don't have the strength to get up and attempt to have a successful day at school knowing that what happen yesterday is freshly embedded deep into my mind. I know that's all I'm going to think about no matter how much I can try to push it off to the back burner, I know a man was killed yesterday. Plus, I don't want to walk into the building that I dread to go into on a daily basis anyway.

I attend Cabrini High School, which is an all-girls school and it's kind of far from my house. I'm a junior who will be graduating this year early due to having the overly extended amount of 40-credits, I have 62. Although, no matter how well I was doing academically in school I still dealt with other issues just like everyone else. What you thought being the top of my class excluded that? No babygirl. My problems consisted of girls trying to torment me in a way like they would call me names, make up rumors about me, cyber-bullying, and one time I even got jumped by six girls that were all way bigger than me except for one. I don't get it, maybe they did that type of mean stuff to me because I was small or because I wasn't helping them pass they classes as I did for myself. In addition to that, I mean, a few of the girls just wanted me to do all they work or to just copy from my paper in every class...I'm not the type of person to let you do that. I will help anyone in a heartbeat don't get me wrong, but I worked for everything I have accomplished so far and I don't do things the cheap, cheat, or easy way.

My cousin would always say, "They take your kindness for weakness girl." And, yeah seems about right. I was taught to never be intimidated by girls regardless of the circumstances, but I let their size compared to mine get the best of me I guess and everything that my elders taught me flew out of the window. If I had a chance to do high school all over again, I wouldn't dare let the same stuff slide---it's a little too late for that attitude though huh?

So, that's how school is or solemnly for me and just adding on to my plate I half-way witnessed a homicide yesterday and the victim, Mel, gave me a task to complete. Speaking on that, I glanced over and seen the wrinkled, dark brown, wallet sitting on my nightstand untouched. I pushed my plump, colorful, flower design cover back and reached over to picked up the wallet. I never looked in it when I left Mel laying there after he took his last breath in the length of my arms. Actually, I'm still trying to fully understand the directions he gave me on what to do with his wallet. I didn't get the part where he said I needed to give it to Yung. Maybe, it wasn't meant for me to get. I don't even know who Yung is so how in the world was I supposed to just give this wallet to him? I opened the wallet and it held different cards inside, one of them being his ID. Also, he had a few 20s and a lined paper folded up in there that appeared to be a note or letter of some sort. Adjusting myself in my bed I took the paper out and stared at it wondering if I should move forward to opening it and perhaps even reading it. I figured maybe Mel wanted me to do that,  I could find out who Yung is and where I can find him, possibly. I began reading the handwritten letter to myself out loud.

Dear Yung ,

As you know I was playing a dangerous game you were worried about me and I said I had everything handled. I knew I was on the verge of death sorry to say and you know exactly who put those bullets in me son. Look I know you're gone probably hate me for leaving you to this but I NEED you to watch after our family man. Chacha and my baby's gone need you around just do that for me aight woe? Remember everything we talked about up until this point all the real shit I told you don't sit in sorrow over me I'm good. Everybody dies and where we from we don't make it to see 25 but I'm hoping for me you will. Do something for me...make a way. A successful way out too show these niggas outchea what we self made niggas really about. I love you Yung for real dude. Move away from Claiborne cause it's hot over there. I got money in my safe at the house in the backroom that's always locked think hard of the code you know it. That's enough to get y'all settled and then some. Don't seek revenge he gone get his Bah'Lee that. I'm sorry man I'll be okay and so will you.