Man I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecure The concept of school seems so secure Sophomore three years aint picked a career She like fuck it, I'll just stay down here and do hair Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs Cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexus She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail and well ———————————————————————— Mycai Pronounced (My-Ka)
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" I mean I don't believe he would give me a second chance. I kinda of did blow off his entire shindig. I'll look like a groupie now." Mycai said to Harper sitting directly across from me.
"You have to understand, At that point you applied to the arts program with no immediate decision in going into Law. Don't think of it being a last minute decision. Think of it being a newly added part of who are are becoming. I mean you just finished high school with an Associates degree in Liberal Arts." Harper, Mycai's worldly cousin explained.
"Okay but what about the part where I am moving to Atlanta all by myself and am an undecided major due to a technicality that has nothing to do with who I am becoming." Mycai explains as drastically yanking clothes off her closet hangers to fold and place into her suit cases.
She sighed and rolled her eyes because people did not get it. Living on your own is a big leap into the world right after high school. And living on your own while in college, as well as having a hiccup at the college's expense, does not make it any easier too. Mycai Amaru Shakur was the baby of her family. Brought up in the mid-west to two loving parents and three older brothers, she was the last to experience that "grown up" thing. This being said, her family felt as if she were still a baby and sheltered her to an extent.
" Okay, you act like you will be totally alone. I will be down there. I'll just be about 30-45 minutes away from you." Harper shrugs in a playful banter to calm her always over-thinking cousin. Getting up she places her hands on Mycai's shoulders to get her to stop pacing around the room at this point. " Look, as I have told you a thousand times, you are overthinking and you need to stop. If you did not want to do this shit you shouldn't have applied for Clark Atlanta in the first place. Now I gotta get home and finish packing myself and I can't hold your hand the whole way down there, even if we are sitting beside each other on the plane." She puts emphasis on the last part due to Mycai being a worry-wart and scary cat. Harper the grabs her bag and keys and walks out Mycai's room.
Grabbing her phone off her dresser Mycai looks at the time before falling back onto her bed and sighing in defeat. She wanted people to take her serious and not treat her as a child. Unlocking her phone she goes to the pictures she had of graduation, seeing how her family was so happy of her accomplishment and seemed to finally see her in the light of what she has become as a young lady pursuing to become a young woman.
What am I going to do?.... What the fuck am I going to do?
Thoughts override her head as she locks her phone and closes her eyes humming the tune of her favorite song by Kanye West.
Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you oh, it all falls down Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you oh, it all falls down.
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Hello, Author Speaking Here: I just wanted to introduce myself to the Wattpad world. This will be my first serious works and of course it starting off as a slow story is what I see fit due to what I have in store. Please leave comments, Love, and critiques.
