Finally, I’m home! I missed my bed. I feel like I haven’t slept in days… I probably haven’t. Deep down inside I feel like this whole thing is my fault. I shouldn’t have never left her there … by herself…knowing what I know.
“You got mail!!!” My mother screamed, obnoxiously interrupting my thoughts.
“Damn, you can’t knock.
“Watch your mouth, Aaron!”
“My name is Aaliyah!.. and I love how you opened my mail…just thanks…no privacy at all in this house.”
My mother couldn’t stand the fact that I was a female. My mom is against the whole LGBT thing, but she’s kind of more relaxed on me now. When I first came out she was always acting crazy. She would send me to church literally every day. And she had to pay over $500 in therapy. I don’t know what’s wrong with parents but that shit doesn’t work and it’s really a waste of time.
I’m not gonna lie, I really hate living in this house. I feel like I don’t have any privacy. Isn’t it illegal to go through someone’s mail?
I just sat there for awhile before even picking up the big yellow envelope. I already knew what it was about. Reading through that packet was bitter sweet. I was happy that they were opening a case up on the man that did this to my best friend, but then I was scared to actually see this man in court. It’s just hard to believe someone we both knew did this too her. Also, I didn’t really want to relive what happen…and what I had seen.
Time kind of flew by. Before I knew it I had fell asleep and woke up to 7 missed calls, 32 texts, and a voicemail all from Al. I think that nigga had crazy syndrome or something. At this point, I didn’t want to go over there. Then again, I didn’t know when the next time I might see him and I wanted to tell him I was moving.
Once I pulled myself together, I threw on my adidas joggers, jean jacket and taxi 12s. I wasn’t really big on sneakers, but some sneakers I just had to get. Before I could even make it out the door my mother was harassing me.
“Aaron?”
“What…do…you…want…with…my…life…mom?”
“Where are you going this late? Its 11PM.”
“OUT…I’m 18, I can do what I want.”
“Look young man, I am tired of the attitude. Aslong as your living under my roof then you will abide by my rules and will have respect when you’re talking to me. Now, where are you going?”
“Alright. I’m going to Al’s house.”
“Oh…him. You coming back.”
“Yeah, I should be in no later than 2.”
“Now was that hard?”
“Your pushing it.”
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Wrong Gender (BoyxBoy)
Ficção AdolescenteEighteen year old Aaliyah Miller is a beautiful young girl. She is known around town for living a fast life of drugs, alcohol, and partying. But what a lot of people don't know about Aaliyah is...that she was really born Aaron Miller. After the murd...
