Your favorite children from the Jungle series are now all grown up. This story approximately takes place in the year 2032, where the Rivers family have came a long way.
With their fathers being the owners of a major record label in New Orleans, see...
After spending my night and early morning in the studio, I got ready to head to my college apartment before my first class. Being an upcoming rapper/singer meant putting in non-stop work. Putting school to the side wasn't an option so I had to manage my time wisely. By now, I was used to running off little to no sleep.
Dapping up the studio crew after they walked me outside, I went towards my homeboys car. He pressed his thumbprint on the door and they opened for us. As the door closed itself, I put on my seatbelt and threw on my hood before sitting back. Closing my eyes, I sniffed as I inhaled the fruity air freshener mixed with the musky scent of weed.
"Listen to this beat." My homeboy, P turned on his radio.
"Bitch, turn that off. If you wanted me to listen to a beat, I was just in the studio. You can take your ass home and go to sleep, I have four classes to go to." I opened my eyes and turned it off.
"My fault, cranky. Take ya' nap."
Because I was used to sleeping whenever I had the chance, it took no time for me to fall asleep in the passenger seat. For months now, I decided to take my career as an artist serious. After soaking up the game for years, it was time for me to finally get out there.
Since I was a little girl, I had been used to being the center of attention. Growing up, I was always in a dance or cheer class, I made bounce music with my sister and cousins, and I was just outspoken altogether. I was known for being sassy and getting myself into trouble. I was going to do me and face the consequences later.
That's still the case today—I don't care what anyone says, Brooklyn will be Brooklyn. My parents are very accepting and allowed me to be me, no matter how many whoopings I received. Stepping into adulthood, they still have to sometimes put me in my place, but they love and support me no matter what.
"Aight, slim. Get that education." P stopped the car.
"Thank you." I got out the car.
Going inside of my apartment, I greeted my roommate who was rushing out of the door. Shaking my head, I kicked off my shoes and looked at the time. I already had breakfast at the studio so all I needed was a shower and to brush my teeth. I didn't have much time, but that didn't stop me from relaxing in the steamy shower.
When I got done with my hygiene, I put on a full face of makeup and picked out a cute outfit for the day. I attended an HBCU and trust, a fine nigga wasn't gone catch me slipping. I added some jewelry, put on some perfume, and wasted five more minutes taking pictures in the mirror.
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