“Hey girl, wassup.”

The Popular girl of school, Aniya. Was your best friend. She always smiled at you. Waved at you, and invited you to her house.

-She had a boyfriend named Trayvon. He wasn’t nice but, she always walked sense into him just for you.

“You goin to that party tonight girl? Imma take you anyway you ain’t gotta choice when you friends with me.”

-She smiled and dragged you along.