Aaliyah Wings: The Real Deal.

Prologue

Before I get started let me state that this Is NOT a love story. Granted it has something to Do with love but I assure you this is no love story. We got that? Good. My name is Aaliyah. Full name, Aaliyah Justice-Chanel Wings. Long ass name, I know. Momma couldn't decide which name to give me so she just gave me all 3 names. Aaliyah being the first and Justice-Chanel being my middle. But everyone calls me Lee-Lee. Lee-Lee is not just a short way to say Aaliyah. My friends call me Lee-Lee because I'm part Chinese and it's also my rap name. Yeah your girl mixed with African American, Irish, German, Chinese, and Native American. I know I'm a mutt foe real. Yeah your girl got mad rapping skills too. I've loved music since I was no older than 3 years old. I always wanted to sing but sadly I can't so I moved to the next best thing. Rapping. I also draw like it's nobody's business. If you ask me I'm the most talented bitch in St. Louis. Can't nobody Tell me other wise.

I have 2 older sisters, Brittany and Jashell. Yeah I'm the youngest and they remind me every chance they get. I have one niece named Amiya that I call Fat-Fat because she's always eating and so chuncky. I love that bad little girl as if she was my own child. That's my little baby right there. Both of my parents are still together. To most I'm considered lucky but I consider myself to be the exact opposite of lucky. My momma, I love and respect her No matter how much she gets on my nerves but my dad, all my love and respect for him went out the window all the way back in 5th grade. You'll see Why later so no need to ask questions Right Now. Let's just say if it weren't for my group of friends that stay in my neighborhood I probably would've went insane.

ROLL CALL!!!!!! First we have my friend Aundray (sounds just like Andre). He's one of my best friends over here. Whenever I needed a laugh or just someone to walk around and talk with he was there. Even though that fat biggie smalls lookin nigga gets on my nerves I love him like he love cake and money.

Next we have my home boys Delaino and his little brother Demarco. Delaino and Demarco live next door to me so I'm over there every other day if not every day. That's basically my second home. Delaino a weed head just like me. That's how we became friends to be completely honest. I was sitting on my porch just chillin and he was on his rolling up a blunt with his home boy. I had never seen him around so he must be a new neighbor. I didn't know him that well so I wasn't going to ask to hit the blunt. I'm not that big of a weed head.

They finished rolling the blunt as I still sat on the porch on my phone texting away. That's when one of the boys yelled out to me. "Aye!!" That's when I turned my head towards them and said "What's up?" He asked me what my name was and I told him "Aaliyah, but every one call me Lee-Lee. What's your name?" "Delaino." He said. "And this my home boy Rodger." He said pointing to his light skinned home boy. "What's up?" I asked him. I couldn't even stunt, Rodger was cute as fuck and I was single so why not flirt with him? "What's up?" He replied. I just smiled at him and said nothing. "Aye, Lee-Lee you smoke?! " Delaino asked. I nodded. "You drink too?" Rodger asked. "Yeah, I drink too, but I smoke more." I said honestly. "You wanna smoke and drink with us?" Delaino asked. "You ain't gotta put on." I thought about it for a minute and agreed. Shit Why not?! They seem cool. That day I was high and drunk Off my ass with Rodger and Delaino. They were real cool and funny. I ended up talking to Rodger but I end up breaking up with him because he was short on his package if you know what I mean but he doesn't know that.

That same day I met Delaino and Rodger I met Delaino's momma, Ms. Berdine aka Pig, who soon became like a second mother to me. She was like everybody's second momma to be honest. She was one of the funniest people ever but don't get it twisted she'll be quick to knock any bitch or nigga out with no hesitation. She also treated the kids like her own but also as adults. We smoked with her, drank with her, she even let us throw all our parties at her house even when she was gone. If you don't see why all of us stayed over there, you will soon.