Brooklynn In Georgia(Editing)

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I guess I was in shock. It was only for a day and a half but still. I remember stepping off the plane, staring into my aunt's eyes for a second and then the tears came. I couldn't see anything. It felt like an earthquake but maybe that was just my body shaking from all the crying. I vaguely heard my aunt ask someone something and then I was in the passenger seat of her Mustang.

"Come on baby, don't cry." She pleads with me. "I have to drive, so I need you to sit up so I can get us home safely." I sit up after that, take some deep breaths and wipe my tears.

"Can I roll the window down?" My voice is still a little shaky. I have to ask because I know my aunt doesn't like wind.

" Go ahead Baby."

I roll it halfway down because its a little chilly outside. I stare out the window for a bit the realize something. "Where's Aala?"

"Who?"

"My puppy, Aala-Lyzel."

"Oh yeah, she's in her cage on the backseat. I believe she's asleep, she hasn't made any noise." I glance back at Aala then back out the window.

"She's in shock." I take a few more deep breaths. "Ma was suppose to make her some ice cream when she got back." I felt tears sting my eyes. " Now she won't ever have some again."

My aunt rubs my shoulder. It's comforting, but not as much as it should.

45 minutes later we turn onto my aunt's street. I've rolled the window up, I got tired of the wind. In front of my aunt's neighbor's house is this girl. I pray she doesn't live there. The last thing I need is for my aunt to talk about how I should try to make new friends. She smiles and wave when she catches me starings. I give her a small smile and wave back.

The girl's clothes are nice, jean shorts and a blue and pink Aeropostale tank top. Her hair is in a ponytail but it's still gorgeous. It's a brown-golden-hazel color and it's shiny. Her skin is a rich mocha brown, not too dark. I'm not gonna front, she's breathtaking.

I suddenly feel self-concious of my apperance. I have gray baggy cargo capris and a black off-the-shoulder t-shirt on. My skin is a little lighter than hers but it looks rough. My hair is in thick micros like Janet Jackson's in Poetic Justice. I feel out of place.

It's written all over the girls face when I step out of the car. Her smile drops, and she turns to bounce, that's what it looks like from my aunt's driveway, back to her house.

"Whatever." I mumble as I grab Aala and a bag and head inside.

I think I've skipped all the phases of grief and just went to acceptance. Yeah I went through shock, if thats even one but I know its been three days and I've accepted it. My aunt was prepared for me to go through the anger and depression phases but that's not me.

I decide it's time for me to move around so I shuffle myself to the living room and flick the T.V on. But I don't watch it, I end up in the kitchen. After I pour me a glass of soda and Aala some water, I wander back into the living room. Right before I sit back down the doorbell rings. I stand there a minute contemplating whether or not I should get the door looking this ghetto. I have on sweatpants, my dad's old football jersey and a scarf on my head. When the bell rings again, I walk towards it despite my desire to sit and watch Family Fued. "Yes?" I ask as I swing the door open. It's the girl.

"Ah, hi. My name is Emella King. I live next door with my grandmother. I saw you moving in yesterday and I thought I'd just come over and introduce myself." The girl responded. Her facial expression looked a little scared, so I change my facial expression and posture and tone that probably looked lazy or intimidating.

"Oh yes, I saw you. I'm Brooklynn Williams. This is my aunt's house. I'm from Buffalo, New York."

"Alright well Brooklynn would you like to come hang out with me and my friends tonight at the park, around five?"

"Um, the park?"

"Yeah, It's where most teens hang out on the weekend."

"How far is it? I gotta dress up? Do I need money?" I sound like a worried, overprotective mother but Emella answered all my questions.

"It's within walking distance. You don't have to dress up. No money necessary, unless you wanna grab a bite to eat."

I nodded my head as I absorbed the information. I then open my eyes to glance at the clock, it's says 2:23pm, "You said five?"

"Yes I did." She's getting all bubbly.

"Alright I'll go."

"Yay!" She squealed, "I'll be back at 4:40."

"See ya then."

"See ya Brooklynn." She's so friggin giddy as she turns back to her house.

I close the door, turn off the T.V. and head to my room. I walk over to my closet amd pull out my favorite outfit. I stand in front of the mirror and hold it up in front of me. Staring at myself, I smile. "I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air" I laugh.