She's the one that keeps me sane you know ?Its like she's the air and I need that shit to breathe !To loose it all and just to have it back together i need that.
I could feel it in my bones that today is gonna be a shitty ass day.Senior year isn't moving fuckin fast enough if you ask me .Having to listen to the shitty popular kids ,and the want to be jocks shit is mad annoying.Either your fighting over a fuckin guy ,or your fuckin in the janitor closet.Hoes just have no respect for themselves.
*checks the weather *
Shit it's getting cold outside I think I need to start the car up .Ehhh I don't think it really matters..
"Niya bitch hurry up we gonna be late for school!"said my younger sister Asia
"You just get so caught up in your damn head sometimes that you don't pay attention to reality."she says
"Hoe I'm coming your yelling to fuckin loud for me it's 6 in the fuckin morning fuck up with all that shit ."
"Your a rude ass bitch let's go !"said Asia
* Run downstairs,and we walk out the house together *
"I hope school don't be boring again this year .Shit be taking to long to get it over with ."
"At this point just gimme my diploma!"Asia said dramatically
"You ain't never lied ,but please be fuckin careful .An no shit remember?"
"Okay mother can I go now ?"Said Asia
"Hoe get out you've pissed me off already.I love you."
*Authors note:Hey whores so Asia is in the 11th grade .An her older sister is in the 12th.Her mother died after having Asia when Niya was 1.An then they went to live with their grandmother.After Niya turned 18.They got a apartment in New York. Anyways enjoy the story ❤️🫵🏾*
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Asia rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at her lips. "Love you too, Niya. Try not to let those idiots get to you today."
I watched her hop out of the car and head towards the school entrance, her backpack bouncing with each step. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for another day of surviving senior year.
As I parked and walked towards the building, I could already hear the chatter of the popular kids echoing through the halls. Their voices were like nails on a chalkboard to me, always talking about parties, hookups, and drama that seemed so trivial.
I pushed through the crowded hallway, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact. My goal was simple: get through the day with minimal interaction and maximum efficiency.
First period was English, and as I slid into my seat, I noticed a new face at the front of the class. A substitute teacher, great. Just what we needed—another person who didn't know how to handle this chaotic class.
"Alright, class," she began, her voice steady and calm. "I'm Ms. Turner, and I'll be your substitute for today. Let's try to make this a productive session."
I tuned out most of what she said, focusing instead on doodling in my notebook. But then she said something that caught my attention.
"I want each of you to write about a moment that changed your perspective on life."
I sighed inwardly. Another introspective assignment that would likely be ignored by half the class. But as I started writing, I found myself pouring out more than I expected.
Maybe today wouldn't be so shitty after all.
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