Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
March 3, 1992
~Tia's P.O.V~
"UNO!" Sekyiwa announced, she was happy that she was about to win.
I took my turn and then Tupac took his. "DRAW FOUR!" He yelled out.
Sekyiwa frowned, "You're cheating!"
"I ain't cheating!" Tupac laughed. "Now pick up yo four cards."
Sekyiwa and I looked at each other smacking our lips at his lie. "Now you know..." I said to him looking at him from the corner of my eyes.
"Yo cheating a-" Sekyiwa stopped herself from cursing. "Behind." She quickly corrected, shaking her head.
"You bet' not be cussin' in my crib." Tupac pointed at her. "I ain't cheating though." He laughed.
"Stand up." I told him with my lips poked out.
"Fo' what?" He laughed.
"Get up," Sekyiwa said going along with me.
"You're cheating. You LITERALLY had a whole deck in your hand. Now, you only have three cards, and since then we've only went around three times. So raise up." I motioned with my hand, standing up myself.
"Come on big bro. Lift yo behind up right now." Sekyiwa said to him.
He rose up, "See, I ain't got shit."
"Nuh-uh," I began to observe his whole body, squinting my eyes in suspension.
"Something ain't right." Sekyiwa shook her head at her older brother.
I walked over to him, still observing his person. "Turn your pockets inside out." I chuckled.
"No." He shook his head at me. "Seky get yo cards." He pointed about to sit back down.
"Nah, keep standin'." I told him attempting to dig in his pockets.
He softly pushed me back, "Girl, what you doin'!?" He yelled.
"Get 'im!" I said to Sekyiwa.
Sekyiwa grabbed him as best as she could, which wasn't enough, but it was enough for me to turn his pockets inside out. As soon as I did, a bunch of cards fell out both of his pockets. I just smirked shaking my head.
"You lier!" Sekyiwa yelled out to him.
"Mm-mm-mm, I knew yo behind was cheating." I told Tupac shaking my head.
"Now YOU get two EXTRA cards." Sekyiwa said smiling.
"Y'all some fuckin'-" Tupac was cut of by my cellphone ringing.
I looked at the caller ID. "Hello," I answered the phone.
"Wassup?" DeVanté said back.
"Nothing much." I shrugged like he could see me. They started to pick up the cards.
"That's what's up. Listen, you wanna come over here? Jojo and them here." He asked.
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