"i'm done with you amera! this is the tenth time they called me 'bout this shit!" amera's mother was yelling at her. "why can't you just change?!"
"it's not that fuckin' easy 'ma!" she shouted back, annoyed. this is the fifth time she's been yelled at this week and its wednesday.
her mother looked terribly stressed, sick of this. "well i'm tired of you gettin into fights all the damn time! this one was a security guard, he caught you doing fuckin' drugs and you fought him, are you kidding me?!"
"'ma just let me live! i'm sixteen, almost whole damn adult."
"right, almost a whole damn adult and you doin this shit! y'know what? im done. pack the fuck up! im sending you to behavioral school.
amera froze, "'ma you cant do this to me.. i'ma stop, alright! please, i got friends at school!"
"now you sorry? people comin' to pick you up in the moning, be ready." she walked off, and went to her room.
amera covered her face with her hands and leaned against the counter. "fuck."
amera's pov.
i stood there with my bags as my mom answered the door. "she's here, all ready!" i don't know why she's acting like this is the best day of her life? "come here amera, its time for you to go!"
i was just wearing grey joggers, plain black hoodie, and white forces to top it off. i know it was a basic fit but where tf am i going to look all fine and shit? i'm just gettin' my behavior put in place -- not like that shits finna happen anyways.
"you couldn't have atleast looked presentable and not like some social regect?" my mom mumbled, to which i roled my eyes at.
already bored of this, i just walked to the van i was being taken in. "excuse me, you can't enter 'till these are on you." the officer gestured to the cuffs he had in his hand. sensing my confusion, "we heard that you were quite ... violent. and we don't deal with that at this 'school'."
i quickly whipped my head back and sent my mom a glare, seeing the smirk plastered on her face. "fine." i groaned, complying.
and with that, he let me in the van.
third pov.
amera finally arrived at the behavioral 'school' and that shit looked like a whole prison. "ain't no way these niggas out here playin' patty-cake out on the yard." she snickered.
"thats gonna be you if you don't hurry up and move." amera can tell this guard liked to be touchy because the way he gripped onto her shoulder. she just hopes he doesn't do anything bad or she'll end up doin' something she hates.
amera just entered through the gates with her still being handcuffed -- she could literally see everybody in the yard whip their heads to her.
"why is there boys and girls in the yard? ain't they supposed to be seperate?" amera questioned.
"no, they all are combined. they take the same classes, eat in the same room, and everything is with eachother except sleeping and showers."
she just nodded and continued walking.
someone decided to run to the gates and growl at her, "the fuck is you doin' nigga? contain this animal 'yo."
is this a behavioral school or a damn animal facility? the hell.
