just a bunch of drafts, catch the rift ! most likely won't be any part 2's because half of them are already books. just chapters that i wrote but didn't like.
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we're having visitation in the boys area today. which is dumb. they should've had it in their own area and we have it in the other room. but of course these officers do the utmost.
i'm not even gonna go in there because i don't know if my momma is coming. haven't answered her since last week when she made me upset. i've just been lying to ms.fenty and telling her i called her back.
but i don't care. she leaving me in here, these are the consequences. i'm not answering.
so now i'm only laying in my bed while everyone gets dressed. on fridays we can wear anything, i just don't care to. nobody in here i'm trynna impress. i'll just put on something to get some cute pictures of myself. that's if ms.fenty ever let me get my phone during free time.
i'm starting to think that she know i'm ignoring my mom. because ever since i started, she won't give me my phone. they know i'm not doing anything i don't want to do.
"maraj!"
"man get out. you do this shit everyday. leave me alone." i pulled my cover over my face. she just don't know that this is not the day. seriously. i'll honestly go off on her and not care about that bullshit lockdown because i won't go.
"you have a visit."
"no i don't."
"it's your mother. up. now."
i smacked my lips peeking from under and she had a small smile before walking away. then i looked over and saw beyoncé looking at me. all she does is sit in her bed and read. sometimes she be drawing but majority of the time there's a book in her face.
"you should go see your mom."
"fuck her. you should go see your mom." i covered my face back up. who is she to tell me what i should do?
"if i could i would..."
"well..." i shrugged. i'm not the type for small talk and every knows that. your life is not my business, i won't make it my business either.
just as i closed my eyes i heard keys and hard stepping before the sound of our door sliding open. then my cover was snatched off of me. i already knew who it was so i huffed.
"get your ass up and go see your mother. fix your hair, put on something decent. that woman has been sitting out there for nearly an hour. you got five minutes." ms.fenty gritted at me, grabbing my arm and making me get up.
i'm really feeling the motions right now, like i wanna cry. i don't know if it's out of anger or sadness but just the topic of my momma takes me there. seeing her isn't even on my mind though.
"pick something out."
"i don't want to."
"you going in that?"
"yea." i sniffled trying to push my tears back. she let me go stomping out the room while i went to our mirror. at least comping my hair down and fixing my shirt.
