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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“So... you can have like, a menstrual cycle and babies like us?” Taylor asked, lookin’ dead at me as we sat outside the cafeteria.
My face got hot quick. I knew she ain’t mean no harm—just being curious—but damn, that question still hit me in the chest.
“Yeah…” I said low, playing with the wrapper of my granola bar. I kept my head down, hoping no one else was listening.
“Damn, that’s wild,” Erin added. “I know your babies gon’ have the prettiest eyes though.”
I chuckled. “Thank you.”
We were posted up outside for lunch, legs kicked out, chillin’ under the shade while people ran in and out the cafeteria. Food inside was trash, so I just grabbed a Nutri-Grain bar and a water. Light.
Gigi was flipping through one of my textbooks while smacking on hot Cheetos. “Damn, you takin’ college classes? I can barely handle basic math. Let alone college math.”
I smiled. “Yeah, all of ’em except gym and Social Econ.”
He squinted. “How many classes you got total?”
“Like... five. Then I got a free period after this.”
“Lucky ass,” Tay groaned. “I’m tryna be like you when I grow up.”
We all laughed.
It was crazy how fast the day had gone by. At first, I was dreading coming to this school—but now? It wasn’t so bad. The classes were tough—real tough. The syllabi made my head spin. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me think twice about going to a real college after graduation. But today?
Today was cool.
I actually met people who ain’t judge me off rip. People I had things in common with. People who didn’t treat me like I was some walking “question mark.”
I might actually like it here.
“Um… Ghen?” Erin said, and the way her voice dipped made me instantly nervous.
They were all staring behind me.
I turned, slow. And there he was.
Zeus.
Hoodie on, face unreadable, standin’ there like he was built for intimidation.
