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Hun43rd -A$AP Rocky

JORDAN:

East-West Connector: Mableton, Georgia

Out of sheer curiosity, I opened Instagram once I arrived home. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, while Caleb was sitting on the other couch, watching a show on Netflix. I had ran into Symere in the hallway, and had about the most formal introduction that I could've had in the heat of the moment. His voice was really sweet, just as I had expected, and he spoke in such a polite way that made me blush just thinking about it.

I began to type in his name in the search bar, and found an account under the account name "symere.b.woods". He was followed by both Caleb and Travis, so I figured this was my best bet. His profile picture was a photo of him with a wide smile, on the side of some bridge that looked out over the Atlanta skyline. His bio read nicely:

S Y M E R E W O O D S

LSHS
PHL➡️ATL
♌️😈

I blushed at the organized bio. Sure, it was simple, but it seemed to match his personality from the little amount I had gained. Unfortunately, his account was private, meaning that I couldn't view his posts until he allowed me to.

Sitting around waiting for the notification to pop up, notifying me of his acceptance was nerve-wracking, and I must've been visually panicking, because Caleb seemed to take notice.

"You good, cuh?" he asked. I looked over at him, cracking a smile, and nodding my head. "Then why the fuck you lookin' all nervous and shit?" he asked again, tilting his head.

I nervously laughed, saying to him, "Nah man, just still sorta worried about this new school shit. I mean, come on, imma senior and gotta switch schools last minute. Shits fucked up, dude." Caleb sat up on the couch, trying to listen intently.

"Dude, literally don't even worry," Caleb explained, "as strange it seems, Travis can be a really good friend, ignoring all of the other fucked up things he gets into." I looked up at him. "Are you sure?" I asked.

Caleb smiled, "100%, cuh." he replied. I picked up my phone again, and noticed two new notifications from Instagram. One was the acceptance of my follow request to Symere, the other was his request to follow me back. Either of those would've made the rest of my day amazing, but the fact that I got both made me even more excited inside.

I gladly accepted his request.

SYMERE:

Momma returned home a little later than usual, but only by like fifteen minutes. She was happy to see me, as always. Even though we struggled making ends meet, Momma always managed to keep a positive outlook on life, and I feel that it was my duty to make sure that she remained that way.

Momma returned home with a bucket of KFC, a welcomed dinner, after a session of studying that was to be followed by even more studying. We sat alone at the table, just the two of us, speaking about each of our days. Momma worked as a secretary for a law firm in Atlantic Station, and while it paid the bills, it was only by a slim margin. We weren't living the Golden life, to say the least.

After a filling bucket of fried chicken had been cleared, I returned to my room to continue work for school, not without thanking Momma, or course. I closed my door gently, and sat down on my bed, resuming my studies. Except, I couldn't focus on what I was doing. Was it boring? Absolutely, but I could still typically maintain focus.