The Book of Kay

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I went to my dorm, got comfy because I know my best friend/roommate wouldn't be home to soon because she had a lot of stuff to do.

I sat trying to dig down deep to what I could possible write about that wasn't too much, but just enough for a story. I put my pencil to the paper and the words began to write for themselves.

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The story of this girl is a story, like no other. The ending isn't happy and just the whole story itself is, pretty fucked. The first thing you'd think of is why, and how could she manage to go through with a smile on her face and not tell anyone about the bad that was done, how could she live? "

My head started to spin just thinking of the things that I could write. I didn't want people to know so much about me but then again I wanted everyone to know. Nobody could really understand what I was going through but then again maybe there's someone out there that would. Maybe Mr. J could, but I really needed a good grade in the class so maybe it was worth the shot.

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It all started at age 12, my brother Duval who I loved with all my heart, no father, and a crazy, bitter mother who I could never fully understand.

The sun had risen and the little me jumped up and out of bed and got ready for school. Was I a nerd? I actually love school. Kind of got teased a bit but nothing major, the other kids made fun of me because I was mixed and they used to laugh saying I didn't know what I wanted to be, black or white. Then, there was Ja'Neal, Sky, and Tina. The best of friends a girl could have and I loved them, especially Ja'Neal. They were always there for me and I was there for them no matter what.

After I got from school, this oh so memorable days, Ja'Neal came home with me. We both walked into the house, laughing and giggling because this boy and girl got into a fight and she was a BIG girl and she whooped his little butt.

"Did you see his face when she first hit him, priceless!" Ja'Neal said and we both laughed even louder as we walked to the front steps of my porch.

"But that's not what you said Ellie, that's not what you said!" I heard someone yell from the inside of the house, we both stopped.

"Who do you think that was?" Ja'Neal asked. The voice was deep and the voice of a man, an unfamiliar voice. I'm good at voices, so I knew this had to be someone I didn't know.

I unlocked the door and me and Ja'Neal walked in to see a big man standing over my mother with rage written all over his face. He was about 6'5 and my mom was only 5'7 so he was basically towering over her. I was stopped at the door and the both looked at the both of us.

"Get out of here!" The man yelled at me and I quickly turned up my nose at him. I didn't know this guy so I didn't understand why he was talking to me like he knew me, I was such a brat but I didn't care.

"Who are you?" I asked him in the snottiest way possible, with my arms folded and my eyebrows scrunched.

"Who am I? Little girl, I advise you to walk yo little ass upstairs and wipe that ugly ass look off yo face."

"You ain't my daddy so I don't know why you talking to me like you know me. So I advise you to shutup ad go home or something."

His nostrils began to flare and he bawled his fist, "I'll be back!" He said to my mom and left.

"Who the hell you talking to little girl!" My mom yelled at me.

"I wasn't talking to you, why are you mad?" I softened my tone because I was talking to my mom.

"You don't talk to any adults like that and you're going to learn that," she snapped at me. "You know what, Ja'Neal I'm sorry but yo little friend on punishment."

Ja'Neal with a short goodbye left out the house and I stomped up the stairs. In a bitter rage my mom ran up behind me with a open palm slapped me across the back of my head, I fell, when I got back up I yelled, "what the hell!" Not realizing the last word that came out of my mouth, my mom got even madder, so she punched me in the middle of my face. My nose started to bleed but she hit me a few more time just to make sure I got the picture.

"Next time you act like this your nose won't be the only thing bleeding, you hear me?" I fought back the tears and just shook my head. I went into my room and locked the door. I always kept tissue by my bedside because I was one of those kids that got sick a lot. I cleaned up my face and just went to sleep.

Is it bad that sometimes I thought the reason my mom was so bitter was because of my existence. She was only 30 with a 12 year old child, who didn't listen and didn't have a father and a 14 year old who always out doing God knows what. Never did I know anything about him and for some reason I didn't want to know. Maybe it was because I thought if he wanted to be in my life, he would be and wouldn't be doing whatever it was he just so happened to be doing.

The next morning when I got up I knew something was wrong. It was a Saturday so I didn't have school and I could smell... pancakes? I got up, realizing I was still in my school clothes because I didn't get back up yesterday, and changed into some pajamas. I walked downstairs and the man from yesterday was posted on the couch. I stopped and looked at him in bitter disgust, I didn't get why he was here. My mom strolled out of the kitchen with two plates in hand and an itty bitty, silk, pink robe on, and it didn't look like too much was underneath. She looked at my wiping the sleep from my eyes and rolled hers, "I only made enough for two. You gone have to find something in there."

"Ain't nothing in the to eat."

"Yes it is, it's plenty of stuff in there."

"Yes, plenty of ketchup and mustard."

"Kay," she stopped and looked at me, "I don't know where this attitude of yours coming from but I am sick and tired of it. So you either go and find something to eat or you don't eat, choice is yours."

"I hate this house," I yelled as I went back upstairs and put some real clothes on. As I was getting dressed i couldn't help but this about how spring break was coming in a matter of weeks, two weeks from school, I couldn't wait. Also ik going to Miami with Ja'Neal and her family so that's two weeks out of this house. All I have to do is get through this week and I get to sail off into Miami.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by my brother Duval busting into my room as I put my shoes on. "Where you going?" He asked, out of breath.

"Out, why?"

"I thought you were grounded," he reminded me.

I rolled my eyes as the words came out his mouth, "I don't care. I don't feel like being here. Why you here anyways?"

Duval lived with his friends. He got put out because he got this 18 year old pregnant and my mom found out, I know what your thinking, yes she's 18. Duval didn't look, act, talk, walk like your average 14 year old boy. He grew up taking care of me and my mom because he was the man of the house and he did everything for us, when he moved out that's when everything got messed up. Anyways, I was surprised when he came around because it was weird, he hated my mother so he never stepped foot in this house again, if he wanted to see me he'd find his way.

"I came to talk to Ellie until I saw dude sitting on the couch," I sighed when he said something about dude, "you know him?"

"No."

"Kay, that's our dad."

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