Miami's Superstar Quotes

“So, you a woman now, Ryan? You don’t think I noticed the way you limped your ass up in here early this morning? What? You done gave that pussy to that little nigga from next door?” he asked, walking closer to my bed. I pushed myself back on the bed, but when I felt my head hit the headboard, I knew that there wasn’t anywhere else that I could go. Not only did Malik sound deranged at the moment, but he also sounded jealous. As if my body was supposed to have been saved for him or something. He was close to my bed now and he sat down next to me. He tried to place his hand on my thigh, that was under the cover, but I pushed his hand away. When I did that, he released a small laugh, while shaking his head. “Ohhhh, I get it. That little nigga can touch you, but I can’t! You going next door giving up pussy, you might as well give a nigga some too!” he said and moved closer to me. It was then that I smelled the liquor on his breath and I was able to see that he was drunk. His hands went for my shoulders and he slammed me down on the bed, while getting on top of me. The whole time, I kicked and screamed for him to get off me”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar

“At the end, we all stood from our chairs and switched our tassels over to the other side. Then our principal announced us as the class of 2011, and that’s when majority of the class threw their caps in the air. I kept mine because I wanted to remember this day for the rest of my life. Even if I had to remember it, knowing that I had to take the bus here, almost caught an asthma attack, and no one came to support. This moment was still everything to me.”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar

“Ryan Brownlee,” my name was finally called. I heard loud clapping, followed by barking, and I followed with my eyes to where the sound was coming from. I looked up in the stands and saw that it was Messiah who had done that. For the first time today, he’d gotten me to smile. It’s crazy because as I stood in the line, waiting to go on stage, I listened to the way the other students received praises from their family and friends when their name was called, and I had already made it up in my mind that no one was going to cheer for me. Hell, I had two friends in this entire school, and there was no family there to support me, so I just knew that I wouldn’t get an applause, but like always, Messiah never ceased to amaze me. It’s been months since him and I have been hanging out with each other. In the time that we’ve spent together, he was the one that I considered to be my best friend. It wasn’t Nia or Raven, it was Messiah. Even after all of these months of becoming so close to each other, we still hadn’t taken it there with each other yet. We still hadn’t put a title on what we had going on, other than us being friends, and we still hadn’t done anything further than kissing. We still did music together, but that was pretty much the farthest that things had gone between the two of us.”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar

“The drugs turned my mama this way, though. Since I was probably four, I’d watched my mother get high right in front of me like it was nothing. I remember one night when I was about six or seven, I came out of my bedroom late at night and went down the hall to the fridge just to get something to drink. Imagine being that young and walking in the kitchen, only to see three grown ass niggas with their dicks out, and my ole girl was giving all of them head. Shit like that just stuck with a nigga. I could give some never-ending stories about what I experienced growing up, but I swear, it wasn’t enough pages that could fit the shit that needed to be said. By the time I was fourteen, I started trapping. I didn’t jump into that shit because I thought it was cool, but shit, a nigga was tired of going to bed starving. By this time, my ole girl was a full-blown crack head. I’m talking about the type of crackhead who would try to sell the carpet off the floors in our apartment just so she could get her next hit.”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar

“Bitch, I thought I told you to shut your fuckin’ mouth!” I heard, which was followed by a big boom.”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar

“It had been a week since I’d given her the phone, and our nightly routine consisted of me calling her before I hit the streets to trap and before she closed her eyes to go to sleep. Plus, that kiss that she and I shared was magical, man. My dick was in my boxers doing the electric slide. That night, I never wanted to slide inside some pussy as much as I wanted to slide into Ryan’s, but I knew it was too soon to take it there with her.”
― Diamond Johnson, Miami's Superstar