The invisible string theory is a concept that suggests there is an invisible string that connects two people who are meant to be together.
IN WHICH Imani averette moves to New york with her family after the tragic death of her mother. She arrives at...
He picked up a bag of takis for Imani, before walking around to see where Iyana and Keshawn were. Before he could find them, the same person who was behind him was starting to bother him. Isaiah turned around to see who was behind him, and they suddenly stopped in their tracks. Isaiah looked him up and down, trying to identify who he was. The boy wasn't short, but he wasn't taller than Isaiah. He couldn't have been more than one year older than Isaiah, but he hadn't seen him around the school before.
"You straight bro?" Isaiah asked, his tone cold. He wasn't trying to come off as threatening, he was just trying to check his vibe.
The boy hadn't said anything to Isaiah's comment, just staring at him. Honestly, whatever the fuck was going on was creeping Isaiah out. The more the pair stood there, it was starting to bother Isaiah. He didn't know if his end goal was to scare him, but either way Isaiah was annoyed. Isaiah cocked his eyebrow up waiting for his response, pushing up his sweatpants that were loosely around his waist.
The other boy let out a small laugh, putting his hands in the air. "I'm sturdy."
Isaiah scoffed, shaking his head. "Weirdo ass nigga." The boy states just loud enough for him to hear.
With that, Isaiah turned around walking to go find Keshawn and Iyana. He found the pair at the cash register laughing with each other. Iyana diverted her eyes to her brother, noticing how his mood changed from when they walked in here. "What the fuck you got goin on?" Iyana asked.
Isaiah shook his head, putting his things in the counter so they could pay, "I hope it's not normal for niggas to follow other niggas here." He commented, indirectly telling them what was bothering him. Once the cashier checked out their stuff, Isaiah bagged them up so they could leave. "Cause that shit weird."
"Nah, that shit ain't never happened to me." Keshawn told him, "I just think you like the idea of another nigga following you around." He cracked a teasing smile, as he loved to get under Isaiah's skin. He always had since they were younger.
Isaiah hit the boy in the side of his stomach with his elbow making the other two teens burst out laughing, "Keshawn shut yo troll lookin ass up." Isaiah looked at his twin pointing his finger at her, "Iyana I don't know what you laughin at, over here looking like somebody unctie." The boy laughed, making fun of her outfit.
The three went back and forth the whole way home because they honestly joked with each other like siblings. To them, it felt like no time had passed. Even though they missed out on a lot of each others lives, after just a week they were able to bounce back and that's what they missed most about each other.
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Imani Averette Thursday, August 12th, 8:56pm
Imani was in her room, writing in her diary about different baking recipes she wanted to try. Imani was always into baking, especially when she was younger. Her mom had gave her all of her secret recipes that she would absolutely refuse to give to anyone else. They'd spend hours in the kitchen together, making different sweet treats to sell.
