Lemme tell you from now. My writing is crap and my imagination is wild😂🤸🏽♀️And also I'm inexperienced so I don't know alot of places so my story isn't going to be all accurate 😩💯
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Let me introduce myself. I'm Miami Davis and yes I know it's a wierd name but it is what it is.
I'm currently 17 and have been a drop out since I was 15 and no I didn't drop out because I'm pregnant or because mi just feel like it.
That ain't it. Here's a short preview of my life.
I got two older sister who are 20 and are also the "Dollies".
Dem addi more social ones while I'm just a nobody.
My mother hates me so she's barely at home but when she is available, she's always saying something along the lines of "mi shoulda swallow yuh" and blah blah.
Since mi fada dead before mi even turn one I have nobody to depend on.
So my only choice was to drop out of school and work like a dog.
Back to the story now.
"Aye gyal weh u sista dem deh?" Mommy asked barging into the little space I call my room.
Kmt oman, yuh cya mek mi breathe inna peace.
"Dem supposed to out addi bar weh wah big party a keep" I replied looking everywhere but at her.
God forbid if mi mek d lady find fault about mi.
If annu mi weight, it's about mi looks. 'Sighs in insecurity.'
Mommy looked at me in disgusts. "Come tek up yuh fat rass and guh call dem" She sneered out before walking out but but not before glaring at me hatefully.
Weh mi fi guh? Mi nuh wah guh innu, it's actually a scammer's party going on and from weh mi hear it seems as him also a murderer.
Mi wouldn't know all d details since only time mi leave mi yard a when mi get send out fi guh duh something or when mi a guh addi likkle supermarket work.
I sighed still sitting on my bed when I heard my mom's vulgar voice.
Jesus tek d wheel.
"Bumbuhole gyal how mi nuh see yuh outta d house yet? Yuh wah mi kick yuh out and mek u guh sleep pon road?" She shouted from outside my door.
Cho man. I got up before looking at the clothes mi have on.
It was a old sweat pants and wah thin short sleeve blouse mi did buy yesterday.
I wanted to change but knowing mi mother she na guh allow dat.
Mi really need dah money deh fi buy wah phone innu caz mi coulda just call mi sista dem.
I walked out of my room and into the living room where mommy sat flipping through the channels.
