Do I want to yeet... yeat?!?!!?

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Amna Pov:

Yeat...

I think I've listened to 3 am by Yeat way too many times. 10 different scenarios crossed my mind as I jammed to the beat while getting ready for school.

As a 17 year old, you'd think I just had a silly teen obsession. but it was more than that. I just knew and no one could tell me otherwise. We had a connection and despite never meeting him we had so much in common. Our music tastes to our ideals on life.

Even though he's two years older and I'd never have a chance... It could work, right?

I never met him but there was something about him.. the way he'd illustrate stories into my sorrowful mind and help me forget my worries. Even if we never got together, I'd always feel grateful

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A voice downstairs overpowered the music coming out of my airpods.

"AMNAA!!!!"

"get downstairs I made you roti y khagina."
I entered the kitchen and placed my hands on my head as I sat down at the table. "Ma why would you call me down if it wasn't even ready?"

"It is, amna, call down your sister," Mom replies, then places down the plate down in front of me. "Oh, and straighten up your hair."

By the time Maha and I had came back downstairs, the room was filled with the scent of potatoes y chilis. "I cook that lil shit up, Green Eggs and Ham."

"Mom!! There she goes again with the Yeat lyric shit." Maha complains before she stuffs her face with food. "This is delicious mom, thanks."

Muffled noises appeared in and out of my airpods.

"Both of you stop cussing. Maha you're welcome dear." Mom turns over at me once before she speaks again. "Amna, why won't you eat. Isn't khagina y roti one of your favorites?"

I take one of my airpods out with a complexed face. "Ohh, sorry I have to practice there's a rap competition for free tickets to my favorite rappers concert. Its in march, I really wanna go."

Mom gave me a discerned look on her face and said, "He doesn't seem to be a good influence Amna, but if you do all your school work and get A's maybe I'll think about it . "

Before I could reply, my phone buzzed with texts from my friend saying our bus was close to our bus stop. I grabbed my bag and as fast as I could I ran to the bus stop. I got there just in time as the bus pulled up. I got on the bus and waved over to my friend, Robiyaya.