After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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Coach said we had a free period, so I posted up on the bleachers with Gigi. Sun was hittin’ nice, and Gigi? Man, he had me cryin’ laughin’ at his wild-ass stories. Dude is hilarious. I ain’t even gon’ lie—he’s the first person that’s made me feel comfortable since I got here. Like... me comfortable. Not the fake “smile-and-nod” kind.
Then my phone buzzed in my lap.
It was a text from Auntie.
Have a happy first day of school Kween 😘😘 9:25 a.m. From: Aunt E
I smiled hard. Like for real, the kind that crept up and made my chest feel warm. I hadn’t heard from her since the night I landed. Said she’s just been tired lately—either working or knocked out. Still, hearing from her made me feel less far away.
While I was texting back, Gigi leaned over and pointed at my lockscreen. “Aww, he cute. Who dat on your background?”
I looked at the screen. It was an old pic—me when I was like eight, maybe nine, at my first ballet recital. Hair pressed, glitter on my cheeks, grinning wide like I had no clue how messy life would get later.
“Uh... that’s me,” I said slow.
Gigi blinked. Looked at my phone. Then at me. Then back at the phone. Then at me again.
His eyes widened. “Oh wow… oh wow. Damn girl, you glowed the fuck up!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. He said it like it was the biggest plot twist of his day. I liked that about him—he had this energy that pulled the nerves right outta your chest.
We kept talking, cracking jokes, vibin’.
Then he tilted his head. “So… you a transsexual woman or—?”
“Intersex,” I said, a little lower. “More estrogen than testosterone.”
He nodded like he was taking mental notes. “Ahh, okay. I only met like two other intersex folks before—you the third. But you wear it real well, so... you know—you’re beautiful.”
I blinked. Smile crept back in. “Thank you.”
That was the thing with Gigi. He said what he said and kept it movin’. No weird pause. No hesitation. Just vibes.
But then I saw Zeus and his crew stroll in through the side doors.
