𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨//𝙮𝙗𝙣𝙠//

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Currently at a "family reunion" . i hate theses people. i not a big family, they only call when they need something and try to feel sympathetic with theses dry ass meet ups.

"Soon ur be going off to middle school" I moved around in my seat. "Grandpa. I'm in the 12th grade" he blinked. "You-shut up, ya lying to me" he said raising his cane to hit me.

I dodge it getting up walking away. "NICK!" i stopped walking closing my eyes praying that theses people leave me alone.

I turned around. "Yes?" I asked looking at my cousin. "Ur 18 right?" I shook my head. "No im 17 why?"

"I know this girl. She stupid hot. You remember that picture we took last week?" I nodded remembering last week.

Crazy ass week.

"She wanna get down" he said nodding his head smirking hard. "Sorry not my type, i'm gay" his smirked dropped.

"Dude! You haven't even seen her yet and stop it- Hold on let me show you!" He reavhed in his pocket pulling his phone out scrolling. I slowly backed up walking away.

I searched for my mom so we could bounce. I spotted her laughing with my uncles.

"Hi, mother. Im ready to go. Ya see Grandpa over there almost wacked me with his cane so..erm let's go sweetie !" I said grabbing her arm pulling her up.

"Wait Nahmir! You not gone speak?" I stopped moving turning my body towards them and clapping my hands together. "Hi guys, bye guys" before I could walk away all three of my uncles stood up.

"Wait a min lil nigga" Robert said. They all then circle around me. Theses tall ass mfers really trynna hoe me.

"You got some tats you think u balling" Michael said grabbing my arm revealing my sleeve tattoo. "Got theses baby chains and think you the shit" Ken said grabbing my chain.

I instantly slapped his hand. "Aye man! Don't touch my chains!" My mom then grabs my arm.

"Stop harassing my baby!" She scolded them. I smirked. "Yeah hop off my di-" i was cut off by my mom covering my mouth.

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Once we got home i instantly went into work mode. See imma 'A' point average student. Don't get in trouble much. Come to class on time. Turn in work on time. So i don't have a reason to not feel like im that nigga, cause bitch i am.

Currently trying to get into Harvard, well i don't have to try that hard.

I walked into my room kicking my shoes off, then walking over to my computer.

I opened it seeing i had an email. I frowned clicking on it noticing it was from Harvard. I done wrote theses folks 10 times. They be trippin.

"Hi There, we received your request. But we cannot accept you applicati-FUCKING BULL SHIT" i yelled throwing my laptop.

Maybe i should just go to sleep.