memory of malaysia (urban thug story)

kevin pov.

i see no changes wake up in the morning and i ask my self is life worth living should i blast myself~~my phone rung as i got out my bed to grab it off the nightstand." sup moms "i say after looking at the caller i.d "happy birthday kevin, my one and only son"my mom said. "yeah yeah thank ya"i say"i have a surprise for u"my mom said with so much joy "and wat is that''i say not to excited "come to the house and see"she say "ight ima be there"i say before hanging up the phone standing up from out the bed.i walked to my window and opened it wide and i let the sun come on in from my backyard.i went in the bathroom and took a shower when i hopped out i made my way to the closet.i pulled out my white polo shirt with my black true religion jeans and my black and white 23s my black snap back on my much needed hair cut head.i grab my keys to my black bugatti and headed down the stairs and out the door.while rolling threw the hood with my window down cruzzin blowing that good.i said wassup to a couple of my niggas holding down my block and a couple of the girls walking like they say "just being cute"as i pulled up to my moms house she had her front door open with malaysia my little sister sitting on the porch playiing with her friend.i hopped out my car nd headed towards the house malaysia ran to me before i got on the porch."sup laysia"i say giving her a kiss on the cheek"hey big budda"she say giggling "yu miss me"i say "nope i saww u yestaday....silly"she say giggling "oh so dats how u goin treat ur big brudda on his birthday"i say tickling her until she wiggled out my arms laughing "stop it kevin"she say giggling "where ma at?"i say knowing exactly where she was "in the house silly"she say pointing out the obvious i walked in the house when i hear my mom talking to someone in her kitchen "sup ma"i say steppingin on my mom and some girl 'happy birthday baby"my mom say smiling stepping away from what she was cooking."thank ya,who dis?"i say just wanting to know who dat was "thats kierras big sister"my mom say like i know who the hell kierra is "who is kierra"i say "malaysias little friend,now stop being so rude and speak"mom says "wassup"i say to the girl "hey"she say nonchalantly "wats yo name"i ask "static"she say i got a good guess where she get that name from "oh,wat u cookin ma"i say changing the subject "mash potatoes,broccoli,stakes & gravy"she say "throwing down huh:i say lauging :yea u kno how i do"she say as we laughed than we hear screaming and gun shots coming from outside i run to the frontdoor for malaysia and i see her on the ground head wide open as her friend kierra cried with blood coming from out her leg."my baby"my mom screamed running to malaysias side "omg kierra"static says grabbing her little sister "the ambulance pull up and malaysia is pronouced dead my next door neighbor is holding my crying mother while i just stand their in a blurr

happy fucking birthday kevin.