CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER ELEVEN] Do You Want Revolution?

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
  SEPTEMBER 17th,1989

The following Sunday.

"It's like everyone is against me because of who I am. I'm not gonna change for nobody.. it's either you take A'mya or leave A'mya." I say to Aaliyah on the phone.

I needed to tell her everything that was going on.

She was the only sensible friend I had.

Matter of fact the only friend.

Since Nasir thinks I'm a miserable person and my brother thinks I push people away.

"I am going to apologize on my cousin's behalf because I knew he did not mean it. He just got beat up, his adrenaline was at an all time high and you were honestly picking at him." Aaliyah says and I sigh.

I kicked my feet up on the coffee table and leaned back on the living room couch, playing with the telephone cord.

"I really wasn't picking at him, I was literally helping him with his cut and then I asked a few questions. Probably the questions were out of pocket but I'm not the type of person to hold my tongue." I say and I start to hear the phone fumble.

I sat there in confusion because I started to wonder what the hell was going on.

She finally came back on the line.

"Sorry my brother Rashad plays too much." She screams and I laugh.

"I feel you. My brother came at me yesterday too." I say and she gasps.

"Damn! Everyone is out to get you huh? Who's next? Malik?" She says and I begin to start to feel a way.

"I wouldn't even be surprised. That's why Ahmad came at me yesterday." I say with a low tone.

"What happened?"

"He feels as if I'm wasting Malik's time." I say.

"How?" She asks.

"He thinks I push people away too much and some shit about me being 66 and alone." I recall and she laughs.

"Why he chose 66?" She asks and I start laughing.

"I really don't know." I say and she begins to laugh herself.