𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

6.

Ny'jai continued to stare at her computer screen in disbelief, ready to just say fuck the whole thing. It had been about 5 minutes, and she still has yet to start typing. Eventually, she attempted to start something but kept deleting everything because nothing was making sense.

"Oh my gosh." She groaned in frustration looking at the blank page for the new assignment her literature teacher had assigned. She eventually said fuck the whole assignment before closing her computer.

Not doing that shit.

"You want me to write my own sonnet? Bitch do I look like a poet to you?" Ny'jai talked to herself, she really was in disbelief. "I can't even understand poetry how the fuck I'm supposed to write my own? Tuh." She continued to ramble on to herself before she got up going into her closet looking for her ring light. She had just got her hair done, so of course she wanted to take pictures.

Reaching to the top of her closet, she felt something before she grabbed it, seeing it was her mom's old box filled with old pictures. She knew it was probably a bad idea to look through it, being that she had ran out of her pills, so she hadn't got a chance to take them. However, she wanted to go through the pictures since she haven't seen them in years.

Ny'jai walked out the closet before she took a seat in the middle of her bed. Opening the box, grabbing a handful of pictures before flipping through them.

She started to laugh, looking at the picture of her and her dad 11 years ago before looking at the next picture, seeing it was a picture of her and her mother.