What's good nigga? SEQUEL 2 DEEPER MEANING
**This is the sequel to the long-winded story, Deeper Meaning. Where you were left, Zhen who is the main female character has brain damage that greatly affects her speech and learning skills. With the help...
In my head, I was counting with her. "Are you feeling sleepy yet?", Wanda asked. "No.", I said while looking around the room. Damn it's so many fucking bright ass lights in here. "Okay. Let's keep counting. 96,95,94, 93, 92, 91, 90, 89,87...", Wanda continued. She managed to get the 70s and I began to feel sleepy and tired as hell "76,75,74,73,72,71,6-", Wanda said before I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I was out like a light.
Devante's POV
"Donald?", a lady called. "Donald? Donald? Can you stand up?", the lady said. It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. I could just hear this bitch yell my government name like she sucked my dick before.
"DONALD?", the lady screamed. A fucking spotlight shined in my face. "It's Devante. Stop callin' me by my government name.", I yelled. "Seems like the only way I could ever get your attention back then.", the lady said. More lights began to appear and a row of seats came along with it.
In the front row, there was a woman sitting down who looked hella familiar to me. "You don't remember me, Donald?", she said. She stood up and walked towards me. I had to make sure it wasn't a groupie in my damn dream, so I was really looking at her.
She finally came on stage with me but her hair was covering her face. "You sure you don't remember me?", she asked. "How can I remember you if yo hair all ova yo face?", I asked. She laughed.
"I missed you saying that, Donald. Hold on.", she said. She was moving her hair from her face. Once she got done with her hair, I smirked. "Aww shit.', I said. It was her.
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It was Jackie, my very very very VERY first girlfriend that I had in college. That's right yall. A nigga went to college but I dropped out as soon as I met Yvette which was near finals lol. "It's been so long since I've seen you. You age fine like wine, Donald even with that face tattoo and ponytail. I should've never left you.", Jackie said while unzipping my jacket revealing a light brown long sleeve shirt.
"Ugh. Step aside peasant. He's coming with me.", another woman said. Jackie stopped and looked around to see who was talking. Then I saw another familiar lady that came up to me and Jackie.
She had deep tan, clear, and shiny skin and short wavy hair. She had a sweet scent of chocolate and french vanilla. I always thought she was stuck up and pretentious but that's a front. She was a softy with dark humor. Her name was Karma.
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