CHAPTER 1
(What is friendship?)
Can anybody tell me? From childhood...we are implanted with happy images involving, sweet smells, bright colors, along with dreams. But who or what actually constitutes a friend? Well to me, a friend is a person that you could tell your deepest, darkest secrets without judgement. someone who would give you the shirt off of their backs, just because you had a chill. someone to grow old with, learn new things & have fun with. Somebody that you won't ever have to worry about stabbing you in the back, ultimately the other half of you. How many of them actually exist? You would probably come up with an answer quick as hell, if your anything like me.
I don't trust hoes...never have never will. I don't trust them around my man, my money, or my home. I know that we are not supposed to let one rotten Apple spoil the whole bunch...but that's how I feel. If it's not Naija, min, or Tory I can't fuck with you.
We have all been cool since middle school. we were barley 18. Milk still wet behind our ears, thinking we was doing some shit. (All smiles). More flavors than Baskin Robins. That's if you can handle dairy lol. All with different personalities, with a common background. We are all missing our father's. For some of us, our mothers were our rocks, while others had to be their own.
(Naija) is an Aquarius. Standing at about five foot two, with long brown hair. she has dark eyes with one of the prettiest shapes in the world. If u didn't know her, you would think that she is shy. (the exact opposite) . Sexually active at the tender age of nine. Repeatedly raped by an uncle on her dad's side. When she told her mother (Kathy) she didn't believe her. She thought of Naija as a" fast ass nappy headed little girl". Which played like a skipping record player ,everytime she was around her so called friends.
This made Naija sick. Maybe they're closeness in age was a factor. Well if you ask me, I'd say she was jealous. (Kathy) blamed her daughter for everything. Her life being interrupted by her birth, numerous stretch marks, not finishing school, & her biggest fault was chasing her father away. Sometimes, when we would smoke, Naija would joke about her father running away with a bottle. We would laugh it off, but still we know the truth. He was just a man...or boy shall I say.
(Kathy & Rome) had been together since they were both sixteen. So they never had a real relationship or knew what one was for that matter. Naija wore a smile bright enough to light two dark rooms. "That's my Bitch"...Bipolar as hell, yet still I love her.
Its kind of crazy because, the first time that I met her I was ready to beat that ass. She was always looking at me. What the fuck was her problem? & what the fuck was she looking at? ran through my head. uggh take a picture, it lasts longer.
Another bitch I have to watch, cause if she jump stupid I'm gone cut her.
Later on...I found out that if she wasn't staring at you, It was simply because she had already had the scoop on you two weeks ago. (I call her my Rib).
(Min) as we called her was short for Minnesota. She was a brown skinned girl, five foot even from St.Louie. Well, atleast that's what she told everybody. Trying so hard to hide the fact that she didn't know where she was from. (smh).
She was actually found at Rockdale Hospital in the last stall of the ladies bathroom. So the adoption agency named her Minnesota Eve Brown. If you didn't know her, you wouldn't know it. She would be ready to whoop somebody's ass for calling her that. So we went with the name Min. I've known her the longest. We went to the same elementary school. A true Scorpio. Hard to find may I add. She just wanted to be too much like me. Never really had too many ideas of her own.
