Southern Loneliness (The journal of Layla N. Pendergass)

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CHAPTER 1

The sun was shinning bright up in the humid sky. The smell of home made bread filled my nose as I ran down the stairs to greet mama. I made my way through the living room and into the kitchen. "Morning mama!", I gleamed.

" Morning . Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready", she smiled. Nothing like jam and home made bread for breakfast. Sure, it's not pig. But it's what mom can afford and that's good enough for me. My thoughts got interrupted by loud foot steps. Daddy must be awake. I screamed and cringed inside with every step.

" What yall making all that noise for! You know I need to get my rest!", he yelled in a rough voice. He ain't never like us. I don't get why mama don't see that. Daddy walked in with only his trousers and susspenders on.

" What you lookin' at Layla.", he snotted; not waiting long enough for me to answer. His hair was tossled and his clothes smelled of whiskey. Mama taught me what it smelled like. Everytime he's around me like this, he makes me nervous. You never know when he will lose his temper. Thinking about it make my skin crawl. I may be only 6 1/2, but I ain't stupid.

Daddy went to mama and bumped her from behind. Then he ran his hands over her hips.

" William. Layla.", mama whispered. I quickly turned around and looked at them by one of the shiny glasses on the table.

" Forget her." Mama pushed him off and plopped my plate on the table with bread and some Jam I got from our neighbor Janet. I heard a smack and a waxy chuckle before daddy sat down.

I ate up as fast as I could before I got pulled away from it. I quickly jumped off my seat and put my dish on the counter. Daddy had slumped down and pulled out a pipe. Mama, she don't like smoking in the house. She gave him the stank eye and he got up and followed me out the kitchen door.

I grabbed my books from behind the rocking chair and headed for school. Freedom at last.

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