chapter 2.

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2 :00 AM
Thursday
Washington heights
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Shani Ocean Brown

2 :00 AM ThursdayWashington heights--Shani Ocean Brown

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I left my mama house and it was startin to set in i was fr gon be on my own.

It was dumb dark and I needed sum where to js sit n think bout ma situation.

I went ta tha mcdonalds across from ma projects since it 24 hours, and I ordered a happy meal and sat down to think at one of dem dirty ah booths.

Den I started callin up my frens seein who couch i could crash awn before I figa out what I finna do.

"Hey girlll I ran away from ma mama house lmao, can I stay w you?" I said as I called Dior.

"Girlll I wish buh my man ova rn mayb tmr doe". She said.

"Damn aii ia hit you up tmr den bye boo".

Afta a few mo calls n evb sayin I couldnt stay wit em I was gettin real worried.

When i was finna lose hope I remembad tyrone. I mean the worst he could say is no.

I ft him n I waited fa him to ansa. "Pick upppp, Pick uppp", I pleaded to ma phone.

"Nika it's like 2 tf do you want", he said in a raspy ass voice. The nika was prolly slumped.

"Nika cut the attitude", I said ta him rollin ma eyes.

"Yeah yeah what", he said.
"My mama buggin out so I dipped could I stay wit you fa a lil bit", I asked him.

I was nervous becuh he was my last numba.

It was dumb quiet n then he spoke.

"My peoples away in Atlanta fa a bit, you could slide. Hurry tf up befoe I fall asleep n u crashin outside my door all night", he said hangin up.

Rude ass.

N e ways I grabbed ma shit n called a Uber. When it got here it was sum old ass white dude that lookin at him was startin to piss me off.

"Uhm are you shonni", he said ta me. Don't blow me. "I'm SHANI", I said openin his car door n slammin dat shit.

Nika it ain't rocket science yk damn well what my name is.

It was like 20 minutes till we got dere n den I got out slammin his shit again.

Walkin up the stairs there was mad nikas starin. "Yooooooooo", I hear a group of em call out ta me.

Oh hell no.

I started speedin tf up becuh I ain't fallin for that nyc nika mating call.

I had my hair in a messy bun n a nike tee I tucked into ma bra n sum nike pros w Nike slides n socks.

I waited fa da elevata n den pressed onna 14 floor. I swear ta god if this nika was sleep...

yeah no sb gon get beat up .

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