I Never Met A Thug Like You (August Alsina)

I Never Met A Thug Like You (August Alsina)

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August Alsina
Aaliayh pov Hey my name us aaliayh an im16 years old and I live in Alanta, Georgia. My mom is Aaleeyah petty my dad is nolen Pryor.that's how I got the name aaliayh. Anyway I'm bout to go to school I fraged my self out of bed and did my hygiene I'm wearing a black crop top that says boss in gold high white acid wash jeans and black and white uggs I went down stairs and see mama making breakfast "hey ma"I said "wassup boo"said mama "what's for breakfast" I said "um pan cakes bacon rice and a strawberry and kiwi shake" "yummy" *skipping breakfast* I. Hopped in my mercdez Benz and went to school.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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