It was a Saturday afternoon, Me and Jasmine decided to get our nails done today. I had gotten a new set of nails and a pedicure. Jasmine had just gotten her feet done since, she couldn't wear any nail polish on her job. Instead of me picking a dark color such as black or burgundy. I had gotten clear pink and Jasmine went for this mint green polish.
I was sitting on the couch watching television eating some twizzlers and I seen my mom walking into the room.
" You remind me of myself when I was pregnant for the first time with your brother. " She said.
" I thought you were still upset with me. " I responded.
" I am. But, I've realized that maybe I have been a little harsh on you. But, you need to understand that I didn't want you to go through hard times like I went through trying to raise two kids, when I was still young myself. I wanted you to get your education first. " She said.
" I'm still going to college after high school. It is just going to be a little harder with the baby. But, it's fine.. " I explained.
" Okay... But, don't be afraid to call and ask me how to change the baby or when she gets sick. " She said.
" I won't. " I smiled.
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Feeling like I was about to break in half, I stopped pushing for a minute and closed my eyes wishing this part was over. Trying to breath in and out like the doctor told me.
" Aaliyah, you're doing great. I can see the head. I need you to push just one last time. " I heard Dr. Brown say.
It was just some of the doctor and some of the nurse's in the room, in case something happens. I was holding Deandre's hand while he was telling me that everything was going to be fine. Which I needed it because, I was crying and screaming the whole entire time saying, I couldn't do this.
Everyone else was in the waiting room to not make the room I was in to feel so crowded, which I hated it.
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I remember pushing one last time and hearing the baby cries. I knew she was here, a little bit early than usual but, she still ended up being heathly. Just a little smaller than most infants since, she was premature. I had her in the middle of July. Which was a surprise since, I thought it was a false alarm.
Now it was time to come up with a name.
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Not Your Average Girl
FanfictionThis story takes place back in 1993. Aaliyah (17 years old) is a teenager who lives in Brooklyn, New York. It's finally senior year and She is more excited than any of her friends are about graduating High School. Despite, her sharp tongue and abun...
