No Love (August Alsina Story)

Chapter 1

(Malia Icyis Allen's POV)

"Bye Ma," kisses mom on the cheeck and leaves out of the house. Hi, im Malia. I'm 17 years old and I'm in my senior year of high school. I attend Ben Franklin High School in New Orleans, Lousiana. I am a dancer also and I cheer a little bit. It's hard growing up in New Orleans. The crime violence is out of control. My family lives in the nice part of town but we're struggling like everyone else.
"Malia. Can you cover a class for me today? I have a family emergency. Just go over the routine for the fall show. Can you help me?" asked Malia's favorite teacher. She was a comtemporary dance teacher.
"Sure Ms. Leslie. Anything for you," I responded while smiling. Ms. Leslie was actually the owner of the dance studio. She allowed me to have free dance classes. I told you my family is struggling like everyone else. After my dad lost his job, we couldn't afford dance classes. Since I am once of the best dancers at the studio, Ms. Leslie allowed me to take free classes. I still have to pay for my costumes. But it's all good tho.
"Um. Ms. Leslie what class am I covering?" I hope I'm not covering an senior classes because I don't feel like l hearing the smart remarks from my peers. They all think that Ms. Leslie gives me special treatment.
"Ballet for 5 through 8 year olds," Ms. Leslie responded. Great! I love little kids. They're so cute & adorable with their tutus. I said bye to Ms. Leslie and made my way down the hall to the dance class. The class started at 7 o'clock and it was only 6:35 PM. So I decided to change into my ballet wear and practice the routine a little bit before the kids came.
By the time I practice and add some moves it was already 6:55 PM, so I took out my phone and decided to get on Instagram. But, then I noticed that my phone was off. Damn. My parents didn't pay the bill. I really need to find a job. Someone knocks on the door.
"Hello? Um is this the ballet class for 5 through 8 year olds?" a man asked. He had two cute girls with them. He was a tall lightskin dude covered in tattoos. I can't lie, he is sexy. "Um.Yeah. Hi, I'm Ms. Malia. I'll be their teacher for today," I responded as I shook his hand. I couldn't help
but stare. But that's weird. So I told the girls do put their bags in the cubby and we'll start warming up.
"Ms.Malia what time is class over?" he questioned as he licked his lips. Damn. Who is that man? "It's over at 8:30. And you can just call me Malia," I responded as i nervously smiled. Why am I acting so nervous?
"Aight ma. I'm August. I'll be back to get them later," he stated before he left. The two girls ran over to him and gave him a hug. Then class started after he left. By this time the whole class was full. I did attendance. Everyone was there. After attendance we did warm ups. I asked them to get into their spots for the fall performance. The two girls are in the front. Cool. Class went by fast. They are excellent dancers. They're pretty funny too.
It's 8:45 and August still isn't here. I don't want to leave them because I'm in charge of them. We were sitting on the steps in front of the locked up dance studio just joking around and taking selfies. They told me how their uncle August is always late, it was nothing new. Around 9 PM August pulled up and got out of the car and walked over to us. "I'm so sorry that I'm late. I didn't notice the time," August stated.
"It's cool. Your nieces are pretty cool and funny," I responded while standing up, " Bye Mya and Kay." They gave me a quick hug and I made my way down the street walking to my house. After 5 minutes I felt as tho someone was following me. I turned around and saw no one. So I just shrugged it off and continued walking. And then I was put into chokehold and held at gunpoint. "Give me all your money!" he demanded.
"I don't have any," I cried. I was terrified. This is the first time this has ever happened to me. "Stop lying you stupid bitch!" he yelled as he pushed me on the ground hard. I winced in pain as I held my foot. Bright car lights flashed in our direction. The robber ran. Just then a tall man walked up to me and asked me if I was okay.

Okay. How Was the first chapter? Did you like it? If So give me feed back vote & comment please. That's Malia in the media.