After school, when I got home, I was surprised to see my mother home.
"Hi mom", I said.
“Hi”, she had replied with no real emotion shown on her face.
It was weird seeing her home she wasn't even high; that’s a shocker. I went to the kitchen and made something to eat. I had then went up to my room, which was a complete mess, and decided to go to my bed. As I laid down, I quickly closed my eyes and I slowly drifted off to sleep. I hadn't noticed that I've fallen asleep and woke up to voices yelling. I went downstairs to go check what was the yelling all about.
It was some of my mom's clients looking for their money. They were tall and buff looking scary men. It scared me a bit when they spoke because of how loud they were and how deep their voices are.
"Where's my money”, the men said shouting.
“I don't have your money, I'll have it by tomorrow", my mom said wearily, but as strong as she could.
I overheard my mother's thoughts and I knew she was lying through her teeth.
“If I come here tomorrow and you don't have my money I'll shoot you and your daughter".
As they left, they started yelling random curses and slammed the door on their way out. My mom sat down and started bawling her eyes out. She told me to sit next to her and I quickly obeyed; taking her into my arms. I felt my shirt dampen and I knew right away the reason for her tears. She spent all their money on weed and now that they want their money, she has nothing to give.
“What am I going to do...?”, she asked crying.
"I don't know”, I said.
By then, I got up and walked away. This wasn't the first time this has happened and it most likely won't. I was tired of telling her to quit, she never listened to me and we always ended up either arguing or ignoring each other. I went back up to my room and went back to bed. As I walked to my bed I heard my mom struggling to rush upstairs and sleep.
The next day I woke up and got ready for school. I walked out my room and went to my mom’s room and checked if she was there. She was sleeping, her heavy breathing sounded soothing and so did her throbbing heart. I tried listening to her thoughts but got nothing.
I left her room and went out the door and got into my car. I went to pick up Camille.
“Hey Camille.”
“Hey.” She got in my car and we drove to school.
“Do you think my leather jacket goes with my tutu", I asked.
"Heck yeah, you look hot", she laughed.
"Thanks" I said smiling.
When we arrived at school, I parked my car and walked to the building. As I walked inside the building, I looked at my phone.
"Ugh we're going to be late for homeroom" I told Camille, rushing her.
"I know, we need to hurry and get to our Locker before the bell rings"
"I know come on hurry!"
I was wearing heels so it was difficult to run, but I tried my best; I definitely didn't want to be late. We arrived to homeroom on time. Me and Camille walked to our seats and sat down.
"Excuse me sir, may you tell me your name? " Mrs. Lancer asked.
"My name is Damon Fetcher."
"Nice to meet you" Mrs. Lancer responded. I turned to Camille and mouthed “Who’s that.” She shrugged, but his presence made me at lost for words. My thoughts were interrupted by the bell.
