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My feet dragged off of my sofa and I walked to my kitchen. I picked up the ranging phone. I pressed it to my ear and sighed. I was almost too tired to even answer the phone. I am drained, emotionally and physically. "Speak." I said hoping it wasn't my mom because I knew if it were, she was going to lecture me about something as she always did.

"I'm at your door, I refuse to let you go through this alone." I heard Melisa say. She said she was coming over because she knew what was going on. It was always this time of the year I couldn't function.

"I told your ass to stay in Atlanta." I said standing up and walking toward the door. I opened the door and my eyes widened. She still looked the same; still slim, in my opinion. She had cornrows like always and Roca Wear velour outfit.

"What up?" She asked smiling. "How you holding up?"

"I'm not so good..." Tears came to my brown eyes and my head dropped on her shoulder. I'm twenty three years old and this was still too overwhelming for me.

"You wanna go to the gravesite?" Melisa whispered in my ear and I shook my head no.

"I can't." I answered as I felt my eyes burn again. "I told ya I suck as a mourner person."

"Kia, shut it." Melisa laughed. "That doesn't make any since, smart one."

"And I'm stupid, too." I giggled lightly.

"Yes, I know." Melisa laughed making her way into my room. She looked around and then back at me. "You're sad. This room is...mortifying!'

"Leave me be." I told her throwing myself on my bed.

"Where's Kimmy?" She asked turning my television on turning it to 106 & Park. I shrugged pulling my covers over my face. I was lying because I didn't feel like speaking. I just remembered...I used to call him Nikki, especially when me and Kimmy would play. My doorbell rang and Melisa immediately perked up.

"I got it." She walked out of my room and I glanced at the clock. It was 7:59. I turned to UPN because every Thursday it was obvious what I was watching. I was the human WWE logo. I smiled as I saw the fireworks go off. I was sad. Every since I was eight I had been watching this show; I was truly addicted.

"Oh, hell no! I will not watch this!" I heard my cousin say. I looked up and Kimmy stood there with her hand on her hips. "It's fake anyway." She shrugged rolling her eyes.

"Whatever." I said putting my hand up and crossing my legs.

"Guess what!" Melisa asked jumping over me. I looked over at her and tilted my head to the side and shook my head no.

"No...I am busy." I said.

"Okay but I got us tickets! We are going to California!" Melisa said. I glanced over at Kimmy and she was looking at herself in the mirror as she always was, then back to the television. I saw John Cena walk out and spit rhymes at some Kenzo guy about his Americaness. Now that is probably not a word but every since I was thirteen I have been making up words. At first to annoy my mom, her saying cursing was wrong. I was such a troublemaker. I hate John Cena yet he's so adorable. He acts all tough because it's probably written in the storylines but I'd like him to hang out in the hood. Wonder if his white ass would survive then. See, I'm so hypocritical. That's what they said about me. I'm every piece of culture there is in this world and when I first moved into the projects not everyone thought I'd survive but I did. Ha, I proved them wrong. Although, I was so happy when I moved out and into my beautiful house. "I know you heard me!"

"Hmm?" Melisa snapped me out of my little trance.

"We're going to California...pack." Melisa opened my drawers and started picking out outfits and I rolled my eyes turning my attention back to the TV. There was no way in hell I was going to California. I lie to myself, too, much.

"Whatever...when you show me a plane ticket and hotel reservations, I'll get excited." I smiled.

"Fine." She pulled out some tickets and waved them in my face and I jumped up. Okay, I hate being hot but California; I've always wanted to go. After realizing Melisa wasn't lying I kissed her cheek and ran into my bathroom. The plane was set to take off at 10:45. I pulled my long curly hair up into a ponytail and I got dressed so fast it was ridicules.

"Hey, Kia...you know that this fake wrestling brand is gonna be in Cali this whole week, right?" I heard Kimmy ask.

"Of course I know." I lied. "Plus it's not fake! Triple H planted his foot on the mat and he tore his quad. These things are so real, so don't make me tell you off...again."

"The injury was realbut the whole 'I am the Game', now that's fake." Kimmy told me. I gave her the finger as I washed my face.

"It doesn't matter if it's fake...all I know is I see hot guys running around in tiny garments...that's sexy." Melisa said smiling. After packing and missing SmackDown, we had my younger cousin drive us to the airport. The long hours it took to get across the country were fun. People were whining and talking about a whole bunch of nothings. It was very entertaining. I looked out the window; it was so nice. I loved this atmosphere. This was a first, it was the end of September and...I was smiling!

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