𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐃

One

Sahari Keymani King

Chicago, IL

I huffed leaning my head back as the taxi driver turned into unknown street, I closed my eyes trying to picture what she would look like after all this time. I wondered what she would say at the sight of me. I sat up as I noticed the car coming to a slow stop, I turned my head to look at the two story house we stopped in front of.

"She living life." I mumbled to myself looking at the house in awe. I passed the cab driver a 50 as I got out the car. I slung my lavender Kanken bag on my shoulder and grabbed my Louis Vuitton hang bag putting it on my other shoulder. I took in my surroundings feeling annoyed by the unfamiliarity. I heard a bunch of chattering and laughing coming from the front porch of the house next to her house, I seen about four boys and two girls smoking laughing and talking amongst themselves. I watched them before looking away feeling myself get annoyed with their happiness.

I opened the trunk of the car taking out my two suit cases, I rested my Louis Vuitton bag on one of the suit cases before slamming the trunk of the car shut. All of a sudden the chatter comes to a stop, I look towards the porch to see all eye were on me. I sighed before lifting both of my suit cases on to the side walk and began to walk towards the door of her house. I felt their eyes follow me as I reached the front door.

I hope I don't bust my ass in-front of these people man

I stood in front the door contemplating if I should get back in the cab and act like I never came here. Shit would be a lot easier this way, I'll just save everyone the discomfort.

I heard someone clear their throat, I turned to see these mother fuckers were still all in my face. I rolled my eyes lifting my hands to knock but the door was snatched open revealing a man in his mid 30s. He looked up at me taken back.

"Can I help you? Wrong house or some." He asked scrunching his face up looking at my bags then me.

"Samora here?" I asked looking at him blankly.

He analyzed me for a minute before turning his head screaming, "AYE SAM!"

I fixed my bag on my shoulder looking at the man look at me, he shifts his gaze to the people on the porch next to us.

"Y'all better stop all that smoking for Tamika come home." He said nodding at them.

"Ain't nobody scared of Tamika man you is tweakin." One of the boys said waving him off, before Turning his attention back to me.

They bout to piss me off with all this staring, They must want to fight or something. I heard fainted footsteps getting closer and closer, I felt my heart beat quicken and grip on the handle of my suit cases tighten. I wasn't nervous, I was mad as fuck.

"What?" She asked coming to the door looking at the man putting her long hair in a ponytail, I looked at her trying to find any kind of flaw, a wrinkle a strand of gray hair. But found nothing, she looks exactly how she did ten years ago figure and all. She finally looked at me and dropped her hands to her sides letting her mid-back hair fall down, I watched as the little bit of happiness she had in her face slowly disappeared at the sight of me.

"You forgot to come get me from the airport." I said looking at her. She looked at me not saying anything, she looked stuck, genuinely confused.

She forgot I was coming

"I thought your flight wasn't until tomorrow," She said looking at me with a blank expression on get face.

"Well, I'll just come back tomorrow then." I matched her blank expression.