After her mom received a new job, seventeen year old Sanaa Chaney is forced to leave her life in Fayetteville and move to Raleigh North Carolina. It's Sanaa's last year of high school and spending it as Rolesville High, was not what she had in mind...
Was I scared? Definitely. There's no way I could get caught I mean my mom's at work and nobody around here knows her.
Whew, I'm scared, I've never skipped school before.
Calm down Sanaa it's not that big a deal.
I can't don't this.
Yes, you can.
"Yo? You good?"
"No. I'm scared. I've never skipped school before."
"You trippin' too hard, Ima pro at this shit. You trust me?'"
"Hell no."
"Good. I gotta get back to class before shawty starts trippin'. When the bell rings I'll find you."
"What am I suppose to do until then?"
"I don't fuckin' know hide or somethin'."
"That's not helpful."
"Gimme your phone." He says and I eye him before unlocking it and handing it to him. "There, text me if you need me."
"Okay but I need your help right now, cause I don't know where Ima hide for..." I stop and look at the time. "Seventy minutes."
He sucks his teeth and digs in his pocket. "Go down these steps then take a right there's a door, go out the door and find my car in the parking lot. Here." He says handing me the keys. "And don't try no shit either."
"Whatever." I say snatching his keys going down the stairs. I head outside and search the parking lot for his red car and when I find it, I unlock the door and get inside.
I have to say, he kept his whip clean which I appreciated cause some of these niggas be having all types of shit in they car and it be smelling like two cans of bounce that ass, but luckily Toosii's car smells fresh. The car was still pretty warm from the heat I assumed he used on his way to school and I pray it stays warm until he comes out the building.
I was scrolling through Instagram when a text message pops up from Toosii.
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I return to Instagram giving out a few likes on people's pictures before I started watching people's stories. Usually, I don't pay attention to anything people post but right now I'm bored and have nothing to do.
I share a few posts from people's stories, swipe up on some from my associates back in Fayetteville but it wasn't until I came to Aaliyah's that I knew it was time for me to get off of Instagram.
She had posted a picture of herself with her middle finger up, on the side of the picture she typed, "These hoes don't be your friends fr, fuck em. pretty bitch gang."
I know this girl ain't still mad about her party.
Grow up.
I keep clicking through her story where she was having a field day. All her post about people being jealous of her, how she always gets what she wants and how she beats bitches up were comical cause I truly don't know who or what she's mad at.
