Broken Reflection

Out with the old in with the new

    "Malaya Denise Davis" my mom yelled up to me. "Your Going to be late for work! Do you want to give that bitch Angie another reason to act up with you?" I rolled my eyes and took my time going down the stairs without responding to her. I hated when she used my full name. Clearly Malaya isn't that common plus were at home, like who are you clarifying yourself for? When I got down the stairs I made sure to huff and roll my eyes at her. " Don't act like that baby its your last day of work in this racist town. Before you know it you'll be in Miami with aunt Lisa making new friends leaving all these people behind you." I Guess" I told her giving her a peck on the cheek before I got in my car and speeded off. She hated when I did that, but I Didn't really care. I hated being here and every moment I had to be really made me sick. I was born in Seattle Washington but when I was five my mom moved us to eastern Washington. A little town called Moses Lake where we became farm people.

   

    Hate isn't a strong enough word to describe how I felt about this place. It smelt like cow shit everywhere here especially on the farm were we lived. My mom was some sort of animal and garden freak. She loved it here, I never understand why. Everywhere you looked was pretty much fields, nasty dirt and weeds.

   

     It was somewhat a ghost town. There wasn't many people here and the people you did see didn't look like me. There was only Mexicans and whites here, except me and my mom. My mom was half African American and half Filipino. She was 5'1 with beautiful tan skin, almond shaped dark brown eyes and long wavy dark black hair. She Had the perfect perky "B" size titties and slim body to go with it, lucky Bitch! Me On the other hand I was twenty-five percent Filipino twenty-five percent white and fifty percent African American, because my dad was African American and white. I was 4'7 with tan skin that had a yellow undertone to it. I shared my moms almond shaped eyes, mine were just more slanted and hazel. My hair was long and thick. It went down to my butt when I straighten but I kept it curly so it looked about mid back length when I wore it down. I hated my body shape, it was awkward to me. All the girls here where very skinny with size "A" boobs. I had size "C" boobs with a slim waist , big thighs and huge round ass. My mom constantly talked about how she wished she had my body but I didn't understand why, I mean no else had it. People made fun of me for it and my hair. My mom and aunt told me it would be all different when I got to Miami, I prayed it would be.

   

    *At work*

    I worked at burger king so I wasn't exactly happy to be here. i hated smelling like grease and meat. I hated begin treated like a slave more. I already felt like that's how people here always seen me so being treated that way just made me more upset. My boss was Angie. She looked like most people in Moses, pale skin , blue eyes, and stick body. The idea beauty in this town. Angie kept me on clean up duty most the day but I never complained. I often felt trapped here but remembering why I was doing this all for helped me through it. Ever since I turned 18 and graduated from Moses Lake high school I started working here saving every single check so I could escape it all. That was almost 3 years ago and now I'm almost 21, about to move to Miami with my aunt and start college. "malea grab the cleaning supplies and get to work! You're a minute late again, and theres two clogged toilets. ill clock you in." Angie's annoying voice yelled as soon as I walked through the door. Not even correcting her for messing up my name I went to the cleaning supply closet and grabbed all the supplies I would need , and struggled trying to get it all to the restroom. " you need help with that mami?" Oscar asked me after I was half way there. Oscar Was about 5'5. He was a attractive Mexican, hazel eyes , had the whole grunge thing going with his Neat But Out There facial hair. The gossip around king was that he liked me, yuck! I hated Mexicans. it wasn't like I was racist or anything. Well no more than anyone else , I was a little racist but to every race like everyone else in the world. You see a black guy in baggy clothes you lock the door, I white girl with blond hair and you think she's dumb , a Asian guy has a small penis and likes rice, so a Mexican I think millions of kids. I swear they be popping them out. Plus the older ones I met living in this town always want to hit on you. I can be in sweat pants with my hair fucked and I still have to hide. Plus I never had a boyfriend or even had a boy like me for that matter so I wasn't interested in anyone likening me now. Tomorrow I would be on my way to Miami. " No I got it , I'm already half way there anyway." his face looked hurt as he walked away. I really didn't mean to sound like a bitch but he wasn't my type plus I never been in this situation so I didn't know how to react. I did really enjoy his company , he was my only friend here. I hated myself for how I reacted. Who cares what the gossip was, right ? Me ! I always cared about what people say, no matter how much I tried not to I did. I promised myself I would stop that when I moved. There would be a new me.

   

     Normally my work day was pretty boring. Normally spent it cleaning the restrooms, tables, floors, windows, fryers, pretty much the entire place while no one talked to me. I was always invisible at work. I would clean and listen to all the gossip of the place. Because no one seen me, everyone felt comfortable telling their friends all their business while I was in same room.  Oscar was the only person there who even noticed me and actually spoke to me and not just around me. But all that changed today. I had just unclogged and cleaned all the toilets when Maria walked in the bathroom with a stank look plastered across her face, like she was some of the shit I plunged out of the toilets. Maria was my hoe coworker. Her and Oscar dated on and off for two years till he caught her and bobby fucking in the supply closet for the third time. She was such a thot. She fucked 8 out of ten of the guys who worked here. "so you're the little bitch that's been fucking my Oscar, making him act funny with me?" Normally I'm not one to argue but today being my last day here and thinking bout the nearly three years I spent in this hell whole I just snapped. "No that dark ass lip linier and lose pussy is the reason he's acting funny with you." slipped from my mount without any thought, causing the other three coworkers that came in with her to laugh. " Putas are you with me or her? I swear I hate you guys" Maria said " it was funny, clam down" Mercedes one of Maria's friends told her. Getting back on point Maria asked " so have you been fucking my man or not?" "What man? Are you referring to Oscar cause he's no where near yours." I chuckled deciding to stir the pot a little. Hearing our augment two more girls entered bathroom. " bitch he is mine! So you fucking him or not?" her dumb ass though she was hurting my feeling "I don't feel like its your business but if you really want to know go ask him." mad over nothing she put her hair up in a bun and took her earrings off like it was going to scare me " you have a smart as mouth for such a little girl. You want to act like a big girl so Ima deal with you like one." I didn't want it to come down to this I was just done with all the disrespect but with the crowed yelling for her to beat my little ass I refused to back down. " Deal with me? Oh you a gangster now? What you gonna do sit on my ass? That's the only way you could possibly deal with me? with your 200lb ass, theres no way your faster then me." charging me she punched me in my face one good time before I even realized the fight was starting. I guess the bitch was fast I thought to myself grabbing her long dark brown hair as tight as I can bringing her face down to my level while I punch her in her face with my other fist at full speed about 5 times before my anger allowed me to stop. She had only got one hit in and here face was full of blood so I decide it was enough. But as soon as I let go of her hair she fell to the ground. Her friends looked at me with horror in there eyes as I tried to walk away. I felt her grab my leg. Turning around in one swift move knocked her one time in her head with all my strength. "stay down" I yelled in her face looking over her face hoping it wasn't to bad. She had a busted lip and a black eye. I was happy it wasn't to bad so she shouldn't call police. I grabbed my stuff and clocked out and return my uniform as her lame ass friend just stared. Like how do you just watch your friend get her ass beat and not do nothing.

   

Jumping in my car I speed off. Ugh why would you do that? What's wrong with you? I hated what I did but couldn't stop smiling. It felt good to not be a pussy punk and back down for once. Is this the person I could have been all this time? Never holding my tongue? I liked the new me, maybe ill continue to be more outspoken and brave when I started my new life in Miami. Jumping out of my thoughts I realized I was home already just sitting in car.

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