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✩𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧✩

𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

Finally I got settled...My room looked great,the living room done,finally got packing .Just one box was left ,the box I was avoiding so bad ,dad's box ...it wasn't he's box ,it's just stuff that reminds me of him..but guess what fuck him...I miss him but fuck him.

I took a bath did my skincare.My mom was out she was busy I felt bad for her,her taste for men was awful and my girl still tryna to give me relationship advice.dayyum am good.

I had to start school tomorrow we were in the UK  I know there gonna be all whites ..cuz we was in an all white society...so it didn't bother me .I slayed my edges and put up my bonnet.I updated my TikTok cuz I just hit 450k!.like finally done with my edits on YouTube .. gurls gotta make money some how..I got a text it was from Gia

What's up girl?.

Miss you and just wanted to check in on you.

You good?

Just wanted to say I'm always here for you, no matter what.

Love you.

I n Gia have been friends for so long I can't remember ...we use to be three of us but Lina cheated on me with my bf .Mark n I were everything still he decided to stick his duck somewhere else I mean I wasn't ready for sex yet but he did that ..WITH MY BEST FRIEND ...like l loved him so much ..he was my everything ...then he cheated just like my dad did....And when I asked my dad about it he hit me for the first time .Tears filled my eyes I just wrapped my self in the blanket..everything came running back the break up,the divorce,Lina,moving ..why me I use to be so happy...friends are not worth it ....

Divorce dayyum bruh who would have thought me no way It's a tough thing to go through, and I miss them both so much. However, I'm thankful for this new chapter in my life, and for all the opportunities that come with it. I'm excited about starting school tomorrow and meeting new people. I'm determined to make the most of this new experience and to create a life that I can be proud of.

Mark he is he was like everything...I trusted him I had only dated Mark for a few months, but he was my first love uhmm maybe the third. I thought he was the one, but he broke my heart when I found out that he cheated on me with my best friend Lina. It hurt so much, and I felt like I couldn't trust anyone anymore. I wanted to lash out and hurt them back, but I knew that wouldn't make things any better. So, I took some time to work on myself and to heal. It wasn't easy, but I'm grateful for the lessons that I learned along the way.Finally got through that face it was hard really hard.i decided to take a walk to clear my mind besides It was a cool summer night, and I . As the sun set and the night sky grew darker, I found myself strolling through a nearby park. The area was buzzing with people of all ages, enjoying the warm breeze and the relaxed atmosphere.

As I made my way to a nearby basketball court, I noticed a group of boys playing. They were tall, muscular, and had sweat shining on their skin. One of them caught my eye - he had dreads and was playing with a confident ease that immediately drew me in. He was taller than the rest and had a magnetic energy that seemed to command the court.

I couldn't help but stare, and I found myself lost in thought. I wasn't sure what it was about him that captivated me so much, but I was mesmerized. I felt like I could watch him play all night, and as I walked.

As I walked,enjoying the sun and the fresh air, when suddenly, a basketball flew towards my direction. The force of the ball knocked the wind out of me, and I found myself sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. I laid there for a few moments, trying to collect myself, but the pain in my chest was unbearable.

As I lay there, I noticed someone running towards me, a boy I recognized from my neighborhood. Even in my state, I could see the look of concern on his face, and he quickly knelt down next to me. Without waiting for my response, he offered me a hand, helping me to my feet. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

I tried to nod, but the pain in my chest was too much, and I shook my head instead. He noticed that I was struggling and called for help, and before I knew it, a crowd had gathered around us. The park's staff arrived soon after, and they helped me to a nearby bench, where I sat down, still struggling to breathe. The boy remained at my side, holding my hand and keeping me distracted by talking about the game he and his friends had been playing.

As I was starting to recover, I noticed a girl approaching us. She looked angry, and she was walking with her head held high, as if she was looking down on us. As she got closer, I could see that she was the boy's girlfriend. Without any warning, she started to lecture me, her voice filled with anger. "You need to be more careful!" she said, her voice loud and stern. "You could seriously hurt someone!"

I was taken aback by her sudden outburst, and so was the boy next to me. He looked surprised, and he quickly tried to diffuse the situation. "Chill, it was an accident," he said, his voice firm but not confrontational.

As the girl continued to yell at me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion. Why was she so angry at me? It wasn't like I had purposely walked in the way of the ball. The only thing I could think of was that maybe she was his girlfriend, and they had just had a fight.

As the argument continued, the boy's defense of me touched me, and I couldn't help but feel grateful. It was rare.I noticed it was the same guy at the park.dayyum if hot was a human.

Back home*

I lay in bed, holding my aching chest, trying to take slow, deep breaths. The experience at the park earlier in the day was still weighing heavy on my mind. I couldn't believe that I had just gone through all of that, especially on my first day in the neighborhood. It was a lot to process.

As my mother walked into my room, she could see the expressions on my face and knew something was wrong. "What happened, darling? Are you okay?" she asked, worry etched on her face.

I took a deep breath and told her everything that had happened, starting from the basketball incident to the argument with the boy's girlfriend. She listened quietly, her face full of concern. When I was done, she nodded and gave me a warm hug. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that," she said, her voice gentle.

After the hug, we sat down on my bed and spoke about my first day of school tomorrow. She asked me if I was nervous, if I had any questions, and what I needed to do to make sure I was prepared. It was a calm and comforting conversation, one that made me feel like I wasn't alone in the world.

As we talked, my mother's phone rang, and I could hear her talking to someone on the other line. It sounded like they were arguing, and after a few minutes, I watched her break down in tears. I knew that it had something to do with her divorce, and even though I didn't fully understand the situation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness.

As the tension in the room grew thicker, I reached out and took my mother's hand, holding it tight. We sat there in silence for a moment, both lost in our own thoughts. When she finally spoke, I could hear the tenderness in her voice. "Thank you for being there for me," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "I know it's been hard lately, but I promise things will get better."

I leaned in and hugged her, feeling the warmth of her arms around me. "I know," I said, my voice shaky. "I love you, mom."

We held each other for a long time, the silence in the room only occasionally broken by the sound of our breathing. It was a moment that bonded us together, a moment that.She kissed me on the forehead and went to her room.

As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, my mind began to wander. My first day of school was tomorrow, and I couldn't help but have thoughts about it. It was a mix of excitement and nervousness, like a lot of emotions were rolling around in my head all at once.

I wondered what my new teachers would be like, and what kind of classmates I would have. Would they be nice, or would they bully me like some of the kids from my old school? And what would happen if I didn't make any friends?

I also wondered what the classes would be like. Would they be boring, or would they be interesting and engaging? And what would the work be like? Would I be able to keep up with it all, or would I fall behind like I did at my old school?

As I lay there, my mind racing with all these thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. I didn't know what to expect, and that was a scary feeling. But despite the fear, I also felt a sense of hope. I was starting over, getting a fresh start, and that was something to be grateful for.

I knew that no matter what, I had to keep pushing forward. I had to keep trying, keep learning, and keep growing. And who knows, maybe this new school would be the one where I finally found my place, where I finally felt like I belonged. And maybe, just maybe, this new school would be where I finally found my tribe.I hope it's not like all white this time u wanna get to see my people .

❤︎︎𝐇𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒,𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 ,𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 ,𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❤︎︎𝐭𝐡𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠