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Ayeeee! What's up? I'm Diamond Jones, but it's Chyna Doll to you! I love that name, it just has a certain ring to it. Plus I have such beautiful slanted eyes like the Asians. As for the basics, you already know the name, I’m 17 years old, coming live and direct outta’ Beekay (Brooklyn), the home of the realest and best people in the world. I’m Blasian…a mix of Black and Asian! I’m a pretty chick; everyone knows that, even a blind man can see that I’m sexy! I know, I know, you’re probably thinkin’ “damn she conceited.” I ain’t gonna lie and say I’m not ‘cause I surely am! In the words of my favorite song “Conceited” by Remy Ma, “see this ain’t nothin’ that you used to, out of the ordinary unusual, you gotta have the mind state like I’m so great can’t nobody do it like you do!” Blasé, blasé, my life is pretty much good. I mean, ain’t nothin’ to complain about. My day is the same…go to school and listen to these damn teachers yak their mouths all day, come home and do homework, yes I gotta maintain my 95 GPA or my mom would be on me like butter on rice man! Then I fall asleep listening to some Nicki Minaj and Weezy on my iPod, get back up, eat dinner, watch a lil’ television, and go back to bed. Simple right? But it’s much more to my life, ever since this happened.One day, something miraculous happened. I will never forget this day ever. September 12th, 2003. First day of school. I was lookin’ hella good with my brand new stonewashed Rocawear jeans, white Akademiks shirt, pink Pradas, with the matching pink Members Only jacket. I was applying some lip gloss, getting ready to sprint out the door, when all of a sudden my mom, Lorynn, blurted out “Diamond, your psychic!” My heart practically jumped out my chest! I was lost for words. Like damn, I thought the only psychic was Raven off of That’s So Raven. I thought she was jokin’ with me, but she was dead serious. “Please tell me your lying,” I managed to say, still staring open-mouthed. “I wish I was honey. You have been psychic since you were 10 years old, but I felt you wouldn’t understand it at that age.” I still was in major shock. Now I had a ton of question to ask. “So how come I wasn’t readin’ people’s minds?” “How come my brain wasn’t tingling or nothin’?” “Honey, you been watching too much damn Raven,” Lorynn jokingly said. “Being psychic doesn’t mean you go ‘round actin’ a fool and stuff. And you don’t just get visions whenever you want. Being psychic just enlightens you on what may happen at a certain time. You may get a vision once a week, or ten times a day.” I still wasn’t all too keen about this though. “But Mommmm,” I whined “why me?” “I don’t wanna be seen as a freak. People will just laugh at me if I say that I’m psychic.” “So don’t tell ‘em,” mom said. “Ughhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed, while storming out the door. I didn’t have a clue in hell what to do!
While in school, all I was worrying about was my visions. I kept thinking to myself “when is my first vision gonna show up.” I was on the rock all day, and even my best friends noticed it. “Aye Chyna what’s poppin’,” one of my best friends Cherelle quizzed. Cherelle and me go wayyyy back since diapers and bottles. Well, not that long, but you get my drift. I love her to death, and nothing can get in the way of our bond, even though she claims she’s prettier then me. Ha! “Nothin’ much just thinking ‘bout some things,” I stated, while putting my books in my locker. “Mmmm hmmm,” she said. “Tell me what’s really going on. I know how you roll girl,” she said while twirling her gum in her mouth. “Nothin’ really,” I said. “You’ll come around…they always do,” she said. “Here comes Miss Cocky herself now, she’ll get the answers outta’ you,” Cherelle said, referring to our main chica Keri. Keri and I have met in my freshman year of Washington Prep Hell Hole, I mean High School. At first, I didn’t like her one bit! She always thought she was better then me. In looks, dress, and swag, but you know I wasn’t havin’ that. She had to recognize who the bad one was…me! “What’s good ya’ll,” she said as she greeted us with a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Alright enough with that lovey dovey stuff man,” Cherelle stated while brushing her cheek off. “I know you taste the rainbows and everything but I still like boys.” “Yeah yeah, you say that now,” Keri said. “These boys ain’t no good, you need to come to my side babyyyy!” “Whatever you say,” Cherelle said. “Anyway, Keri can you pleaassseeee get some answers out of our girl here,” Cherelle asked. “She got somethin’ goin’ on in that big ass head of hers but she ain’t tellin’.” “Is that true,” Keri asked. “Damn alright, ya’ll the nosiest girls ever I swear!” “Ya’ll gotta promise, I mean really and truly till ya’ll die promise that ya’ll won’t tell,” I confessed. “Damn Chy, what you’d do, go out and get AIDS by some bum boy,” Cherelle asked. “Ha ha real funny,” I said. “But on the real, I’m psychic,” I finally said. “Hold up hold up wait a got damn minute,” Keri said. “You mean That’s So Raven, future seeing, having visions, psychic?” “Yeah.” “Damnnnnnnnnnn,” they both shouted in unison. “Tell me why Mom just told me today though.” “She told me as soon as I was ‘bout to leave.” “I was in hella shock man! She said I been like this since I was ten.” They looked at me like I was a zombie. “Did you get any visions yet,” Keri asked. “Nope, not yet. I wanna experience one though so I can see how it feels.” “I wish that was me,” Cherelle confessed. “It seems mad cool to be psychic. You’re lucky girl!” “Really,” I said. “I thought I was gonna be some kinda’ weirdo or somethin’.” The bell rang, signaling the start of first period. “I’ll holla at ya’ll later,” I said. “Later,” Keri and Cherelle both said in unison, as we headed our separate ways to class.
Two weeks later, I finally had my first vision. It came to me like a baseball flying at my head. Just that fast. I was sitting in my bedroom, studying over my math notes when all of a sudden I closed my eyes. “Damn, I must be having a vision,” I thought to myself. When I closed my eyes, I saw a picture of me walking down the street and finding a fifty-dollar bill. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, but no one wasn’t, so I bent down and picked it up, carefully putting it in my coat pocket. Then, everything went blank, and I opened my eyes again. “Wow, that was strange,” I thought. I ran downstairs to tell my mom about my first vision. “Mom, guess what.” I yelled giddily. “What child, you interruptin’ my Oprah now, make it snappy,” she said. “Well excuseeeeee me, all I wanted to say was that I just had my first vision.” “Really,” she said, while propping the pillow behind her back. “Yeah ma, it was cool, not like I thought it was gonna be,” I said. “It was about me walking down the block and finding a fifty-dollar bill.” “Well, from what I know, money doesn’t necessarily mean that you will find the money. Hardly any of your visions will come true,” Lorynn stated. “Visions are more like a horoscope, it tells you what may and may not happen. You finding that money means that you may be getting money in the future, or something else, but don’t go looking around for lost money, ‘cause nine times outta’ ten you won’t be finding it.” “Ohhhh,” I said, in awe again. “I always thought that your visions come true, that you will be in the same exact setting and everything.” “Sorry honey, a lot of psychics believe that when they first start out.” Mom said. “Diamond, you got a lot of things to learn.” “I know Ma,” I said.
A month has gone by, and I’m glad to say that I love being psychic! It helps me better understand certain things that are going on in my life. At first, I thought it was gonna be some weird spooky stuff, but I’m gettin' the hang of it. Keri keeps harassing me about of I see any cute chicks in her future…like she doesn’t flirt enough already! Cherelle just wants to know if she’s gonna be famous. Man I swear, those girls are somethin’ else. But, do you really wanna hear a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ juicy? Last week, I had a vision of me kissing this extremely sexy boy! Oh my god, was he fineeeeee or whattttt? That was the best vision of my whole psychic lifetime. He had caramel skin complexion, just the way I like my boys. He had zigzag braids running down his back. He had the cutest sparkling hazel eyes that I could just melt in and he had the pudgiest nose I ever saw! His lips…whoaaaaa… lemme’ tell you ‘bout his lips! They were nice and fluffy, soft and luscious! We were watching a movie in the movie theatre, but the movie was kinda’ blurred out of my vision. So a day later, me and my girls just happened to go to the movies to see “How She Moves.” Halfway into the movie, when they got up to go to the concession stand, “he” sat next to me. My whole body got chills…but to know what happened next, you gotta stay tuned for my next story! Ha ha, don’t hate me for this ya’ll. Peace.
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