"Imani, please, are you done packing your bag? Come on honey, we are heading to the airport very soon. We can't keep Pappy and Mimmy waiting, dear!" said her mom, Neveah.
"I'm coming." Ima said as she was hauling her suitcase down the stairs.
"Honey, I'm sorry it has to be this way."
I knew what she was talking about; my mom was referring to my parents, and the arguing, and the threats, and the talks of separation and even.. "Oh, it's fine." Even though I said it was fine, on the inside, I knew it wasn't. All I wanted to do was break down and cry, but I had already done that too many times, and now was not the time to do that.
"Is there anything you want to pick up, before we get to the airport? Snacks, drinks, or somthin' else?" Mom said.
"No thanks I'm fine..." I said, even though I wasn't. I mean, I was fine, I wasn't hungry, or anything, but deep down, I was starving for something that food couldn't fill, and I had no idea what that was.
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Wait, Don't Leave!
Teen FictionImani's parents Darien and Nevaeh have been arguing a lot. It got so bad that Imani had to go and live with her grandparents in New Jersey. Moving was hard enough but now she has to go to church on a weekly basis! When she was with her parents, she...
