The next morning was stressful, and I really didn't feel like being bothered.
I get dressed, and throw on whatever I set out the night before. I slip on dark mustard yellow pants, with a deep maroon sweater, and I slip on my bright white oxfords. I've noticed that all I own is oxfords.
I un plait my hair and pick out my afro with my finger. My hair naturally reaches my back, so maintaining a high fro is hard. I fill in my brows, thick and dark, and glue on my long twiggy lashes.
I grab a smaller bag, and head for the door. Before reaching the stairs I hear an unsettling groan. Then abruptly hear a Smash! I notice that the noise is coming from my parents room, and I go to check on them. There's no sign of my father, so look for my mother. As I stand on the side of her bed, she's on all fours, with her back contracting up and down. She's vomiting.
I run towards her and place my hand on her back. She looks up at me and grabs my wrist. He squeezes as hard as she possibly can, she won't let go. I have no choice but to hit her to have her release her grip. I slap her back and push her down quickly regretting it. I bring her a trash can and run some bath water for her.
After the water fills the tub I walk back to see my mother lying on the floor inches away from her vomit. I grab her arm to pull her up, bit she yanks it back and proceeds to stare at her waste. There's nothing I can do for her, and she's starting to make me very angry.
All I can do is stare at her, and hike my bag up and leave.
I slam the front door on my mother. The sound echo's through the quiet neighborhood. I try to concentrate on having somewhat of a decent day, and head for school.
For some reason I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me. I try my best to ignore the feeling and open the schools door.
The scent of oak or pine fills my nose.
I head to school.
A sea of white faces pass me
One by one
Two by two
Three by three
You would think that I was the only black at Westminster, but I've seen a couple brown faces float around here.
I flutter through the halls, trying to get to my first class. I turn into yet another puzzling hallway, but before I make it to far, I hear faint whispers. I abruptly turn, stopping straight in my tracks. All I see in this dimmed hallway is sheened Afros galore.
Three other black kids stand in front of me, with a variety of expressions.
I stare back
"You new?" A tall brown skinned boy with a tight button down asks.
Before I could respond, the spunky short girl with flat twists speaks
"You gone' speak?"
She rolls her eyes and shifts her weight to her right side.
The tall brown skinned boy placed his hand on her shoulder, as if she was a untamed dog. He took his hand from her body and raised his out to shake mine. I accept his gesture and lightly squeeze his palm.
" 'Cuse her please, she's just not to fond of new kids" he weakly smiles and puts his hand back on her shoulder.
"She's Tatiana by the way, and I'm Michael"
Before I could respond the lighter skinned female, with reddish hair spoke up.
"I'm Magda" she said
Her latin accent was very thick, and the form of her face is very detailed.
I peer at her choice of clothing, and admire her. She quite beautiful actually. Her appearance is rough and hard, but behind that she's gorgeous.
I try not to stare, but I can't really help it.
She knows what I'm doing.
I clear my throat
"I-I'm Elizabeth"
Magda studies my face and steps back, without saying a word. The other two kids stare at us in confusion.
I step back, looking at all of them. I'm wondering why there so friendly. Maybe its just me, but i still find it strange.
We all just stare at each other, and make awkward silence. I break it by simply waving, and turning away. They are just way to open.
"Fucking weirdos" I softly mumbled down the hall.
