Biracial

Chapter 36:

Excuse my mistakes.

Rashad.

Queen Asia👑💍💕: fml 😩

See, 95% of the time, I'm right.

Rashad: I told you. I'a swing
through later.

Queen Asia👑💍💕: Otay😭😖

Rashad: Stop, you're going
to be okay👌

Queen Asia👑💍💕: How are
you going to get here? You're
not supposed to be driving.

Rashad: Don't trip. Just go
to school and I'll see you
soon 👋

Queen Asia👑💍💕: okay 😞

I didn't even respond because day one, her moods be all off. Day two, she whines — like all day. Day three, she'll have the munchies like she smoked all day. Days four and five are usually her chill days. No whining or cramps, a nigga be happy.

I'ma make Jaxon come get me during study hall and take me over there. I'll get all her snacks, a couple movies, we can just chill.

Sounds like a plan.

Since I kept using my arm yesterday, my mama made me wear this sling. This is more annoying than not using my arm at all.

According to my doctor, I'm not supposed to for six to eight weeks. And if I absolutely have to, no more than five pounds. There's really no purpose in even bothering.

The graze wound is going to heal faster than the one in my shoulder and that's some bullshit.

Struggles.

"AMIR!"

"Yeah?" She said nothing.

If I wasn't incapacitated, I would've just forced it. When yo mama call yo name and don't say nothing when you answer. I got up, adjusting the strap on my shoulder, and went to brush my teeth.

I jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"The carpenters will be here in about an hour to fix the walls, and the furniture will be delivered around 10-ish. Just open the door and listen out for them. Oh, and sign for the furniture." She rushed. I was following her as she talked, up until she finished and walked out of the house. Well, okay.

I walked into the kitchen, getting a cup out of the cabinet. I got the jug of orange juice out of the refrigerator, and right when I was about to pour some, the doorbell rang.

Disgruntl-y, I sat the bottle down and went to open the door.

"Who is it?" I learned my lesson about just opening the door. Fucked up my whole understanding.

"IKEA, delivery for Brian Lancaster." I peeked out the window, making sure I saw a big white truck, with IKEA in blue letters surrounded by a yellow oval. I'm never going.

I just noticed that our old furniture had been removed. I don't pay attention to shit. I opened the door finally, allowing them to start bringing the stuff in. I signed for it and went on my way. They set the stuff up however, but I didn't care since my mama'll move it to where she pleases.

As soon as I closed the door and walked away, the bell rang again.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me bruh." I sighed aloud and opened the door for the carpenters anyway. "Don't touch shit but them walls and y'all tools. If anytime in yall presence you gotta piss, the bathroom is around the corner. Don't be looking in my refrigerator or my cabinets. Aight?" The dude looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I felt my mouth pull into a frustrated frown. "Do yo job and bounce." And with that I took my ass upstairs.