Alijah sat in class trying to keep her eyes on the teacher. She needed this last spanish class to get into UCLA like she wanted, but shit she was willing to give up.

Alijah started to nod off again before hearing a loud noise in her ear she jumped seeing the teacher was blowing a whistle.

"Despierta Alijah o consigues detención."

(Wake up Alijah or you get detention)

Alijah instantly started paying attetion again. She was pissed at the fact that August kept her up all night with his damn sickness. He had the flu and was acting like a bitch.

"You good girl?" Marie asked her.

"Yeah I'm fine." Alijah said then she started to write some notes down until her phone went off and she had a text from August

Alijah turned her phone back over on the desk and payed attention to the teacher.

"These are you guys test from last week some of you did good then some of you guys didn't. Most of lo bombardeaste."

(You bombed it)

She started to past out papers and Alijah got hers and it had a big F on it with 20 written beside it.

"What in fuck?" She mumbled to herself.

"What did you...nevermind." Marie said going back to minding her business.

The bell rung for the next hour and Alijah got up and went to the teacher to talk to her.

"Mrs.Gonzalez I don't understand I did my best on this essay I mean spanish three is harder than one and two I can't take this grade." Alijah said.

"Well Alijah you have been sleep in my class a lot and this is your last year. You've never acted like this before. Is something going on at home? Any distractions? I advise you to handle it or you'll be making more grades like that." Mrs. Gonzalez said.

"Yes ma'am." Alijah said before leaving the class and walking to lunch.

She spotted Ming, Laila, and Di'anna sitting at their lunch table.

"Hey y'all." Alijah said speaking to all of them.

"You look tired as hell." Ming said.

"August's is sick and he's been acting like little kid."

"Oh taking care of your baby." Laila said.

"I'm so ready for baby Genesis to get here." Di'anna said rubbing Laila's baby bump.

"Me too." Ming said.

They all looked at Alijah waiting for her response but when they did she was sleep laying down on the table.

Ming shook her head. "Sad."

"Who is that?" Di'anna said looking up.

"Some new boy." Laila said.

"Nah girl that is a god." Ming said.

"Who is who?" Alijah sat up trying to see who they were talking about.

"It's a new boy his name is Bryson that boy was hand made by God I'm telling you know if he was the next Jesus I'll just oh my lord." Ming said.

Di'anna looked at her with a stank face. "Bitch remember Yasir?"

"Oh I forgot about my baby for a second."

Alijah looked at Bryson taking in his features. He was fine as hell she thought. She shook that from her head remembering August who popped in her mind.

"He's most likely gay." Alijah said.

"No he ain't." Laila said as she looked at him all the girls were trying to sit by him.

"Look at this High School musical shit." Darion said pointing over to Bryson. "Troy lookin' ass nigga."

"Shutup nigga you just mad." Vonte said laughing.

"Hey y'all." Alijah said approaching them.

Vonte looked at her up and down before licking his lips.

"Sup Lijah whatcha need?" Darion asked her.

"I need y'all to go see about August for me after school. I have a meeting to go to and a doctor's appointment and he's just been getting on my nerves acting like a child because he's sick." Alijah stressed.

Vonte and Darion laughed. "You should've saw him when we were thirteen and he had a cold just a cold and this nigga was acting like he was dying he always overacts when he's sick get use to it. Yeah we'll check on him for you." Vonte said.

"Thank you and if you see Jay tell him our dad needs him home right after school."

"A'ight." Darion said.

Vonte watched Alijah walk away. "She fine as hell man."

"Niiiigggggaaaaaa that's August girl and you know that nigga and I ain't trying to bury you too." Darion said.

"I wanted her first anyway. But like always August comes in and just sweeps every girl off their feet. Nigga ain't even cute." Vonte said.

"You askin' to die man." Darion said before taking a bite out of his pizza.

"Whatever man."

"Dad you can't be doing that." Di'anna said to her dad who was cussing out some white man in Walmart.

"Fuck that!" He yelled.

Come to find out that wasn't her dad it was one of her uncles on her mother's side and she was the only family contact.

"Dad you gotta stop." Di'anna said putting some groceries in the back of the car.

"Racist ass motherfuckers I hate America I want to go back to Sudan." Her dad said going to get in the car.

Di'anna took a deep breath. "Jesus give me strength." She said putting the last bag of groceries in the car and pushing the cart into the thing.

Getting in the car her father started talking in Sudanese.

"Hate nagara fucking ieu jalma burit rasialis."

(I hate this fucking country racist ass people)

"Papa anjeun teu tiasa ngalakukeun éta jalma bakal maéhan anjeun resep yen dinten ieu."

(Papa you can't do that people will kill you like that these days)

"I don't give two fucks and hoe on the street Di'anna." Her dad said.

Di'anna shook her head laughing and started to back out of the parking lot of Wal-Mart. She started to drive back home.

"Do you have to work tonight?" Di'anna asked him.

Her father finally found a job at african restaurant as an cook. Good thing he can cook too.

"Nope not tonight they closed all week for Martin Luther King Day even though it's just a day."

"They must really love MLK." Di'anna said.

"Yeah." Her dad said.

"So I talked to UCLA and they said they might give me another chance at the scholarship I have to write a two page essay on why I really need the full scholarship." Di'anna said.

"That's good babygirl."

Di'anna took a deep breath before making a left and turning into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

They both got out getting groceries only trying to make one trip.

Going up steps Di'anna made a mistake bumping into some boy coming down dropping the eggs.

"Fuck." Di'anna said.

"Oh shit sorry bout that." He said picking up the rest of the groceries that dropped except the now cracked eggs.

"That's okay. I'll just go to the store to buy some more." She said.

"I got some in my apartment you can have them."

Di'anna looked at him. "No thank you, but thank you." She said walking up the stairs and going into the apartment.

"What took you so long?" Her father asked.

"Um...um..I...I..dropped-

"Speak girl."

"I dropped the eggs." She managed to say.

"Ain't no boy that damn cute." He said going to the back.

Di'anna started to put the groceries. It wasn't that he was cute well sexy as fuck, but it was her ex from 9th grade. The one that got hit by a car and was in a coma. She didn't know how to feel. He must've lost his memory. He was 2 years older than her. She shook the thought from her head and finished putting the groceries up.

"Ugh." Di'anna stressed. "I wonder do he remember me?"

"Gucci this...Gucci that..." Ming sung as she cleaned out her closet.

"That song so old." Yasir said walking in her room sitting down on her bed while on his phone.

Ming rolled her eyes. "I like old music." She said standing up walking over to Yasir snatching his phone from his hand tossing it on the bed and then straddling his lap.

"What you doing?" He asked her as she proceeded to kiss him up and down his neck.

"Kissing you is that okay?" Ming whispered in his ear.

Her cool breath sent chills down his spine.

"You good." He said.

Ming slowly moved her hips feeling his manhood get hard under her. "You happy to see me?" Ming said.

"Mhmm." Yasir managed to say.

"Well show my how happy you are to see me." Ming said about to pull his sweatpants down but he quickly pushed her off of him. She instantly got pissed off at him. "Are you cheating on me Yasir?!"

"No baby why would you think that?" He said.

"Because..." Ming crossed her arms making a puppy dog face.

"Becaaaauuuuusssseeee?"

"Everytime I want to have sex with you. You either make up an excuse or push me off of you. Is something wrong with me? Do I stink?" Ming said.

Yasir grabbed her hand pulling her back on top of him.

"No baby nothing is wrong with you and you do not stink either." Yasir said.

"Then what's wrong? Why won't you have sex with me?" Ming asked.

"Ming baby I'm...a...virgin." Yasir said making Ming's face drop.

"W...wh..what? You're a virgin? Stop lying." Ming said laughing but Yasir's face was serious.

"I'm not lying Ming."

"Oh...my...god I go with a virgin." She said.

Yasir chuckled. "I guess you don't want to be with me anymore do you?"

"No no no baby it's okay. Do you watch porn? Do you know what to do?" Ming asked trying to be careful with what she said.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah I've watched porn and I'll probably know what to do when the time comes."

"Ummm I can show you if you want me to. Have you ever ate pussy before?"

"Yeah."

"Well since you want to wait for the right moment you can at least eat me out and I can suck your dick. Agree?" Ming said smiling.

Yasir laughed at her. "Agree."

Ming bit her bottom lip and got off of him and got on her knees slowly pulling his sweatpants down along with his boxers. She looked at Yasir's manhood and he was a good size and when she mean good he was about 6 and a half inches.

Taking him in her mouth Yasir groaned at the warmness of her.

"Oh shit." He said.

Ming quickly stopped. "You've never had your dick sucked either?"

Yasir quickly shook his head no.

"Oh baby I got a lot to teach you." Ming said before taking Yasir in her mouth again.

Laila sat down on her bed before taking her shoes off. Tahim came in her room flopping down beside her. "I really like this house. I hate the foster home." Tahim said. "Somebody adopted Eric and Kevin. They the babies so duh they gonna get adopted." He said.

"What about Tyreik?" Laila asked.

"He's with his dad." Tahim said. "Where's our dad?"

Laila shrugged her shoulders. "All I know is he a Creole-African American man who mama was engaged to then some things happened to mama and he left her. Then she found out she was pregnant with you when I was three he came back for a year then left again."

"You don't know his name? You can't look up his last name?" He asked.

"Hmmm I probably could but do you know how many Baptistes it is in the world?"

"Well mama's in rehab maybe we can talk to her. Maybe when she get better she can get us back." Tahim said.

"You about to be 14 by then time mama gets out of rehab you'll be 17 or older. Mama has a long time to go." Laila said.

"We can still talk to her." He said.

"We'll go see her tomorrow. Ms. Coly said you can sleep in the bed with me or on the couch but I'm telling you now if you sleep with me I move a lot because of the baby so you have to-

"I'll sleep on the couch." He said.

"Laila and Tahim lunch is done." Ms.Coly screamed from the kitchen.

"Coming." Laila said. "Come on lil boy." She said getting up with Tahim and walking out of the room.

"Hello this morning what are your names?" A lady behind the desk asked Laila and Tahim.

"Um I'm Laila Baptiste and this is my brother Tahim Baptiste we are here to see our mother."

"What's your mother's name?"

"Jennifer Andrews." Laila said.

"Is he 13 or older?"

"Yes I am." Tahim said.

"Okay here's your visitor passes she's in room 230." She said handing them their passes.

Tahim and Laila took the elevator up to the second floor and they searched for room 230. Laila placed her hand on her stomach before slowing door at the door that said 230 in big and bold gold letters.

"I haven't seen her in months." Tahim said.

Laila knocked on the door.

"It's open."

Laila pushed the door open and saw their mother laying in bed.

"It looks like a hotel room." Tahim said.

He was right it did, but it was rehab center for people who abused drugs and had mental issues.

Their mother turned her head looking at them letting a small smile appear on her face.

"My babies." She cried.

Tahim ran to her hugging her and squeezing her tight. Laila stood there looking at them letting a few tears fall.

"Mama I missed you." Tahim said.

"I missed you too Tj." She said. "Hey Laila."

Laila started crying going to hug her mother. "Hey mommy." She said breaking down crying.

Her mother started crying too. Laila needed her mother. She missed this person that loved her when she was a baby from 12 years old.

"I missed you mama." Laila managed to say.

"I missed you too babygirl and I'm so so so sorry for what I let happen to you. Please forgive me." Her mother said.

"I always forgave you mama."

Jennifer looked down at Laila's stomach seeing the slightly round bump. "Is it his?"

"No it was my boyfriend's but he died." Laila said not wanting to speak about Lucas.

Ten minutes later....

"So Tyreik went with his father and the two younger ones got adopted?"

"Yes and Tahim is staying with Lucas' mother and I."

"But when you get out of here I'll come to stay with you." Tahim said.

"Your voice got deep baby boy." Their mother laughed. "But I won't be getting out of here anytime soon so you can stay with your sister and her son's grandmother for a while."

"But I thought there were 12 steps?" Tahim asked.

"Well it's more for me. You were always my favorite. You always cared about me Tj." She said.

"We came to find out who are father is." Laila said.

Jennifer took a deep breath before touching her face.

"Is he dead?" Laila asked.

"No no he's not dead. His named is Jonathan Baptiste he stayed here but moved to Los Angeles when Laila was 6 and Tahim you were three."

"Wait my name is Tahim Jonathan Baptiste which makes his name Jonathan Tahim Baptiste which is why you all call me Tj."

Jennifer laughed. "Yes Detective Baptiste."

"So he's in Los Angeles and his name is Jonathan Tahim Baptiste." Laila repeated.

"I hope you find him." Their mother said.