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i got ready for school, ready to see my baby. she hadn't talked to me all weekend and i just couldn't figure out why. after she got caught at mcdonald's with me, i felt like everything was over.

she never goes a whole hour without communicating with me, so for a weekend to go by is insane. it can't be her, it has to be her parents. and it sucks that i can't even do shit about that.

she's not gonna let me.

when i was getting ready to leave, i called her phone one more time to see if i needed to pick her up. it went straight to voicemail making me sigh heavily. what the fuck?

how is she gonna get to school if she not answering me? i know she don't wanna ride with her mom cause she's in trouble. damn.

i'll just drive by and see if i can spot her walking or something. onika will do something like that. she'll be so upset, you can't even convince her to get in the car.

"bye mama, i'm about to go to school." i kissed her cheek taking a piece of bacon off her plate. she was in her uniform so i knew she was about to head out soon, too.

"alright. i'll be dropping your sister off, so don't worry. and beyoncé be careful in my car. i could've sworn i saw a dent in it. don't make me go crazy."

"i won't mama." i chuckled at her. she always thinking she saw something on her car when it don't be shit. she's gonna make herself go crazy.

"and i still want to talk to onika, why haven't i seen her?"

"she got in trouble, i haven't even talked to her." i picked up chocolate when she came in the kitchen. my baby is tired, she never like to get up early for school. she'll be alright.

"aw poor baby...well i'll be sitting in the police car by y'all's school today so if you need anything, call me."

"yes ma'am. bye chocolate. be good for mama." i kissed my sister before leaving out. as i drove i kept calling onika to see if i could get an answer but no luck. "dude, she finna piss me off now."

like there's no way she shouldn't be answering. then the amount of times i've called just to be ignored is crazy. this shit ain't been done since our first little 'breakup.'

pulling down her street i focused on the sidewalks. the time is giving school so she should definitely be leaving or already gone. i'm not understanding.

i know i can't go up to her door cause this is her mothers house. that woman doesn't like me for some odd reason i don't care about. but whatever it is be affecting the way me and onika are. it make shit hard.

"brruuhhh, what the fuck?!" i got frustrated. her moms car isn't even in the driveway, most likely she went to work. then the little ones have school earlier than us high schoolers....maybe onikas already gone.

but it's too early for her to be at school.

fuck it.

i parked down the street and walked down to the house. there's cameras in the front so i had to go down the side where i know onikas window is. when i saw the light on i lowkey got mad.

so is she ignoring me on purpose?

grabbing a small rock out the grass i tossed it up. i kept doing that until her curtain pulled back. she stood there mugging, looking down. but when she saw me she scurried away. dude!

"onika what the fuck are you doing dude?!"

before i could throw another rock i heard the front door open. she came running around to the side, grabbing my arm. it doesn't even look like she's ready for school. her hair wasn't done, her pajamas were still on. i was confused.

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