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i stared at the Jordan's website tapping my foot against the hardwood floor the shoes were about to drop on line for pre-order and i had been waiting all night.
"miah really want these shoes"
i refreshed the page seeing the shoes quickly getting my size ordering them
"rich nigga shit" i mumbled taking an screenshot of my order information
"you order em?" maine asked me
"hell yeah,you?"
"nigga yes" we dapped each other up
"nehemiah!" i heard making me scrunch my face up
who the fuc-
"miah you seen raheem?" ri asked me
"nah" i shook my head still trying to process the fact she just yelled my damn name like that
ri mugged ko and ko mugged her back, if they get to fighting over heem they both dumb as shit. heem got love for ri but everybody know koko gotta special place in his heart it's always been like that. heem basically went m.i.a friday night said he had something to handle and told me and maine good luck on the game that was it. his bitch ass decided not to answer calls or texts so i just decided to give him some time alone it was probably something that had to do with his mom.
"well when you hear from him tell him to call me" she looked back at me
"ight" i mumbled rubbing my eye
i was tired beyond tired mentally, physically, emotionally life was hard and i wish i would've listen to my momma when she said 'don't be in a rush to be grown enjoy your childhood'. i wish it was different but i was gonna have to make sacrifices in my earlier age than my other classmates while they got to live their lives carefree i have to be careful of how i present myself, of how i react in certain situations and most importantly how the police see me; another "fatherless gang banging thug that wouldn't be anything in life" that's the statistic that categorized me and other in. it didn't matter if i read books to orphans or helped in soup kitchens or picked up trash i was still a nigger in the racist bigots eyes who was a threat to society and to their lives.
"miah we working on that project today?"
"aw shit i forgot about that. yeah" i mumbled
big bro❤️ i want you to come out to cali for a week you know to catch up
lil bro❤️ yeah fasho lemme ask ma
it was crazy how God sends you distractions when you need them the most. like when you feel like your life is falling apart and you can't fight anymore he'll send something positive your way and this was my distraction well one of my many distractions.
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adorn by miguel played lowly in the background as me and angel finished up the project for mr. till's class. i was bored of working in silence so i spiced it up
"lemme take you on a date" i shrugged looking at angel
"miah the project" she looked at me
"angel let me take you on a date saturday at 6:00 pm" i told her
i wasn't going to miss an opportunity to shoot my shot i wasn't dumb.
"okay" she said
"you said huh?" i asked
"yes nehemiah you can take me on s date" she sighed
i smirked feeling excited i had to calm down but on the inside i was screaming.
"let's go get some food" i said grabbing my keys
ian want leftover chicken alfredo and it gave us an excuse to stop working on the project although it wasn't hard it was just biting and our topic was depressing.
"we have a whole pro- girl fuck that project we got one more slide to do anyways" i cur her off
"okay rudeness one don't cut me off" she popped my neck making me flinch
heavy handed ass
"damn bae my bad" i held my hands up laughing
"im sick of you" she rolled her eyes
"yeah yeah whatcha wanna eat?"
"im not hungry"
liar.
"whatcha wanna eat angel?" i repeated
"chicken express"
(they spicy tenders whew that'll make ya pussy throb)
"being difficult you no reason" i mumbled pulling out the driveway
i could tell our friendship was heading in a good direction
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fuck i love them🤧🤧 also let's normalize mental health being talked about in the black community
