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𝐍𝐚'𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐥.𝐣𝐡.

𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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"na'ryleigh, you can't just-

fuck off me, damn" i snatched my wrist from the teachers hand, she tried restraining me from leaving the class room which only angered me.

"ms.Joneshill, you are genuinely too old to be acting out of anger! you are in the 10th grade for heaven's sakes!!" 

i shrugged and kept walking while turning on my music. over the past few months i began to find it difficult to control my emotions. mama took me to a therapist and i was diagnosed with anger issues. 

it didn't surprise me since my mom had a history or anger issues, it's hereditary. all mental illnesses and problems are, it's bond to happen to anybody. 

i, gladly didn't heredit her split personalities, and she was thankful for that. she didn't want me going through the same illness as her. but she still was upset i ended up with anger management/issues. 

i even got into another fight with kyla, and then her mom. they tried approaching me at the hospital when my mom got sick, they violated the restraining order the judge placed. and ended up getting arrested. 

i genuinely didn't wanna fight at all, i was minding my business doing one of the practices my therapist gave me to keep me calm and collected. and of course after all three fights happened, kyla's cousin began trying to have beef with me. like could you leave me alone for heaven's sake, that's all i want is peace.

the library was open so i walked in and greeted the librarian, she was a nice old native american woman with a long beautiful black and silver braid, flowing down her back. 

"hi enola" she granted me permission to say her first name since we did grow close since 9th grade year. her name meant black fox which is very pretty since her hair resembled a black fox when she was younger, but now its slowly becoming a beautiful sliver. and when i walked out class she always welcomed me in the library, i'd do my work and read books and listen to the stories of her naive tribe. and old folk tails that would go around within her generations of families that passed down. 

sadly, her husband died 20 years ago and only had her daughter, who was half naive american and black and her grandchildren to keep her company. 

"hi na'ryleigh, mrs.folklore giving you a hard time again?" she sighed when i nodded.

"that woamn needs to stop picking on children, and then acting like their the problem when they act out." she rolledher eyes andthen smiled at me.

"your favorite book is on the desk back there, kany should be in here too..ya'know that 11th grader seems to like you very much." i giggled and agreed, me and kany have been talking for a bit, occasionally she'll send me flowers. "i know..but i have a feeling something is pushing us away a bit..maybe i'll figure it out but anyways, have a nice day enola."

"i will, you too" i nodded and made my way towards the back of the library. i didn't see kany yet but i knew she was somewhere on her phone. i opened my favorite book. and began reading.

as the minutes went by i began slowly getting more into the book, imagining all the scenes and characters. 

i was on the 7th chapter until i felt hands touch my waist. i smiled knowing it was her.

"hi kany." i mumbled, trying to hide my smile. 

her hands rubbed my waist, she looked over my shoulder to see the book. i could hear her whispering the words as she read. she always read out loud. "hm..i like that, what's it called?"

"20,000 leagues under the sea, why?"

she shrugged as i turned towards her, putting my book down. she brought me into a tight embrace, my arms wrapped her neck. "i missed you, why you come see me?" 

"cause all you do is skip school- you be walking out class-

that's cause these teachers keep fucking with me, but i still do my work you don't kany that's why you be failing ya damn classes now. you not stupid not the rest of them niggas you be hangin' with, you real smart but don't try." she smacked her lips.

"ma, you always gettin' onto me. ian did nothin- exactly youn do nun, you needa start getting all ya credits or you gon' repeat the 11th grade!" she sighed and listened to me rant about her not taking school seriously.

"ma, please. my mom already sending me to my dad's ion need you to scold me like she does." 

i stood there confused, what did she mean?

"what you mean..your dad's in- texas i know..i'ma be saying there 'til we graduate. my mom making me repeat the 11th and ima do better i promise. i'ma call you everyday i'ma-"

she paused seeing my face, i was on the verge of tears. i don't want her to go, but i can't go against her mom. 

"don't cry mama." she kissed my cheeks and pressed our foreheads together. "but i don't want you to leave, but i also can't do anything about it and its a little frustrating cause i want you to stay." 

"ma, i'm not going right now. i'm just not gon' graduate, you are and i'm proud of you. we got 2 months until i leave, and again i promise to call you everyday and always update you on everything ok?" i nodded wiping my tears. i hate it when people have to leave...especially if she has to leave me behind for a little while.

"i know it's my fault cause like you said ion try nor do nun and i slack off. but for you i'ma do better and graduate so i can spend my days with you."

she sincerely meant every word she said as she continued to reassure me, we then started making plans for the things we'd do for her last 2 month being here. school was about to end soon, though i'm sad to let her leave but i'm glad it's so she can better herself and be on track so i won't have to worry about her and her future. 

"i love you" 

"i love you more."