Terminal One

Karma has a Name

The next day....
Mae Jemison Elementary School

"Principal Jones..." Angel runs full speed, seeing the principal at the gate greeting the kids and their families at drop-off.

She kneels with a smile, "Yes Angel..." "Did you know that Nick was pushed by another fifth grader yesterday?..."

She smiles, "Yes Angel. I'm fully aware of the situation and I promise it hasn't gone unnoticed..." "Ok cool," he mumbles, "Because I didn't want to take matters into my own hands. I don't play about my brotha..." punching his casted hand into his other.

Principal Jones smiles, "I know you don't Angel but let's try and keep our hands to ourself today ok. I would hate for you to lose out on your "good boy" streak...." She warned.

"Oh I promise to be a good boy but he's definly gonna get a warning..." Jones snickers, "Angel. I promise I got it. That's why I'm out here..."

Fatima and the rest of the kids finally catches up with Angel, "I'm so sorry Principal Jones..." "It's ok Fatima and how are you today? Hello MJ, Nick, and Iyonna." "Good Morning Principal Jones." Everyone says, then Fatima adds, "I'm good but running late and I still have to drop this one off to her Grandma's..." she huffed tiredly.

"Oh is that Little Naomi..." "Yes, but little is beginning to become an understatement..." pulling back the blanket, showing her off.

"I'd say she's a perfect mixture of you and Zac..." Fatima chuckles, "Today, she's more like Zac..."

Principal Jones laughs, seeing Fatima kneel placing the carseat down in front of the kids, "Ok my Babies, give me love." She tells them.

"Ok you guys. Big Ma is picking up today." Hugging each kid, "I love you, and make sure your thinking caps stay on today." "Bye Mommy/TT Tima.." the girls and Nick Jr. say going into their line.

"Angel." "Mommy I promise to make good choices but for Nick. It's on sight." He reiterated.

"Angel. I seriously don't wanna have to call your Dad off the plane today." "I promise you won't." Angel assured her, kissing her, then walking off.

Fatima sat there for a moment, watching her little guy walk away from her like the badass he is to the playground to meet up with his friends and classmates. "he's not keeping that promise today..." she mumbled to herself remembering the conversations they had had the night before.

Last Night...

"Angel. TT Mimi will give you two hundred dollars for fucking that boy up.." "BET!" "MIA!" "What?!" She shrugged, "Fatima, now you know I don't play about my baby. And I will gladly fuck a kid up about mines, but since I have a meeting with the principal tomorrow I can't be out on the playground MJ gon' need some help because my baby is timid you know that..." she explained.

Fatima takes a deep sigh, "Mia. Angel has been doing good. I don't want him reverting back to his old ways..." "Ok. Ok. Fine. Angel.." "Yes TT Mimi.." "Let that muthafucka hit you first and then whoop his ass.." "MIA!!" "What? If he does that then it's self-defense.."

"What's that?" "That's when you fuck a kid up in your defense because they hit you first..." "Ok, Cool." "Angel. Go to your room please." Fatima huffed, shaking her head.

"Yes Ma'am," Angel says, doing exactly as he was told.

"Mia.." "Hmm." "Mia..." "Yeah," "MIA!!!" "What Fatima?" "Stop trying to look up that girl's Instagram page.." "Fuck that..." Mia yelled, "I'm tryna see what this bitch look like.." "Why?" "Because I need to know if this ass whooping is going to cost me some plastic surgery..." "What?" "Fatima, if I get in this meeting and this girl try to act like her son ain't fucking with my baby. I'ma lose my shit." she announced. "So when I beat this bitch up over my baby, it's either going to do her some good or she gon' need plastic surgery to fix it."