Kamira Marie Raines
East Harlem📍
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"It's hot out here," Kamira whined as she fanned her face. Monty and Dontae dragged her out of her grandma's house. It was kidnapping really.
"Shutup and sit back," Dontae mugged her.
"ShUtUp AnD sIt BaCk," she mocked him. She sat back on the park bench crossing her arms over her chest. She watched as both Dontae and Monty were both squatted down rolling dice with a couple of guys.
She watched their movements trying to figure out if she knew was going on but it was no use. She was confused as she was hot and she burning up.
"Mhm, getchu you something out the store," Monty turned around handing her a 20 dollar bill.
Kamira jumped up with a smile on her face. Nothing made her more happy than snacks. "Oohhh, thank you," she cheesed before skipping off to the corner store across the street.
She walked in hearing the doorbell off. She turned waving at the man before walking back into the far back of the store where the coolers were.
"Mira," she heard causing her to turn around. Imaya was standing there with a bag of hot Cheetos in her hands. "Hey... Um I just wanted to say I was sorry about-"
"Don't worry about it," Kamira said cutting her off. "You ain't got nothing to be sorry about."
"No I do. Even if I was drunk, I shouldn't have put yo business out there like that. Cause I would've been pissed if it was the other way around."
"I appreciate it but like I said you have nothing to be sorry for," she shrugged.
"And don't be mad at Amira. She really slipped up and accidentally told me. I promised I wouldn't say anything. She really didn't mean to, she felt so bad after-"
"Look, I get it. You're sorry. Okay, thanks but I'm really tired of hearing about it. Thanks for the apology," she sighed walking around her to the counter with her snacks in hand.
"This it for you," the man said in his think Arabian accent.
"Yes," Kamira nodded sitting everything on the counter for him to ring up.
"9.67."
Before she could place the 20 on the counter a 10 dollar bill was placed on the counter infront of her.
"I got it," she heard making her instantly roll her eyes.
"Thanks," she mumbled grabbing the bag from the man and rushing out the gas station.
"Damn, so a nigga can't even get a hi no more. Kamira. Kamira!" Her arm was snatched back making the bag fly out her hand and the glass bottle inside shatter.
"What the hell is the matter with you!" She snapped pushing him back. She didn't wanna make a scene because Monty and Dontae were right across the street but she didn't care anymore. He had just broke her Snapple.
"I'm trying to fucking talk to you for a minute, stop acting like a bitch," he snapped letting her arm go with a little shove.
