March 24, 2007 (12 years old)
“Jamie!” I cry loudly in the quiet bathroom. “Gimme it! I’m so serious.”
James, the reason my heart beats faster everyday, smiled sweetly at me as he slowly, mockingly, opened my diary. I growled and hopelessly shuffled my feet against the cold floor. Jamie was on the baseball team, so I knew that I could not try tackling him, so I stayed where I was: the center of the second story restroom with my back to the bathtub and looking as crazy as a clown.
“You’re ‘so serious’?” The beautiful thirteen year old boy grinned teasingly and despite the current situation I was in, my tummy’s cage full of butterflies rattled a little. My eyes glared at him and my fists clenched. If he read that, my social life would be down the drain if he found out that Kendra Mitchells was a butthead and Michael Vernon was the hottest guy in school. “What are you going to do, princess? Throw your tiara at me?”
My small white teeth made entrance as I smiled a little, “My tiara is at your mom’s house. I left it on her bed when I visited last night.”
Jamie stopped stroking my pink diary with leopard print for a second to blankly look at me, his best friend in the entire world. I giggled a little, feeling pleasantly accomplished when I saw his pink lips twitch into a small, real smile. “Maps, do you know what that means?”
I shrugged a little, Stewie from Family Guy said something similar on Sunday night, and I was older than him so that meant I can say the same thing. “Nope.” I said obliviously and slowly walked towards James, hoping the alert boy would forget he held all my secrets in his hands. When his gray eyes lit up and he clutched my diary harder, I knew that he hadn’t. I internally groaned and decided to use my panic as a violent outburst.
“Give it back or I will tell Kendra you think she is cute!”
James laughed and began to circle me like an impatient shark- I knew he wanted me to wrestle him, the mature boy always wanted to do silly stuff like that since he couldn’t at his house. I’d roughhouse along with him, but it usually ended with us watching cartoons after I gave him the cold shoulder for winning the fight. He scoffed lightly and stepped over my pair of PJ’s I forgot to throw in the washer.
I mirrored him movements with my own, bending my knees a bit and walked in slow circle so that I mirrored him.
“Kittens are cute, Kendra is sexy.” The naughty word was not foreign in his mouth; he often said bad words his father would yell. Sexy was among them because when his dad would bring home girls, he’d call them that. “Can I make you a deal, peanut?”
I blushed at the endearment but frowned when I saw that he stopped moving and looked less serious and more happy and silly. “What, jam?” I ask cautiously; I was not new to his deals and bets, so I knew that it would be dangerous- like the one time I had to jump in the pool during November after losing in a game of Sundae.
“I’ll give you back your little diary… but only if you give me a kiss.”
Present day, 2013 (17 years old)
For a moment, when her mood is weightless and calm, she wonders if her estranged father will give her something for his daughters birthday in two months. While the number of candles on a cake might be exciting to anyone, especially eighteen of those suckers burning, it was even more of a big deal for Maple. Because, on that day where it's about her and her coming of age wish to the stars, she will gather her bags, ditch her shitty pack, and haul ass out of Hell.
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