Starr's P.O.V
"Starr Starr, wake up. It's Saturday." I heard a voice say, waking me out of a glorious sleep.
I opened my eyes to see my two very best friends, Khalil and Natasha, standing over my bed.
Khalil, God's way telling me that I'm blessed. Natasha too.
I sat up, looking around my room for a reason that I should be up this early in the morning on a Saturday.
All that was found were my many posters and the 3 different 's's that were on my wall in 3 different spaces.
I cocked my head to the side, squinting I my eyes at the 2 beautiful black people standing in front of me.
"Why are you waking me up at 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday!" I said, sneaking a glance at the clock.
"There is party tonight. At Kenya's best friend's place." Khalil said, glancing down at his phone.
"That doesn't explain the 'awake at 8:30' part." I said, resigning from the squinting portion of my stare considering, the fact that I felt like my eyes were roll to the back of my head at any point of time.
"Well your fashion sense sucks, so, I got Khalil to bring me here, so we can go to the mall." Tasha said.
So here I was, in the passenger side of Khalil's rusty red 1999 Chevrolet Impala, listening to Real Love by Mary J Blige. His mom's old car. His mom's favorite song.
Just by the way Tasha was looking at me, I knew today would be an interesting day.
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THE HATE U GIVE// ALGEE SMITH *SLOW UPDATES*
FanfictionT-H-U-G-L-I-F-E The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody ******************* Kahlil, Starr, and Natasha were best friends. Inseparable. One fatal shot can change the live of the group of friends.
