Days past and no one still didn't know about the pregnancy test I took. I'm 17 so I quite sure the hospital would want someone who's either my guardian or someone who's older than me to come with me.
I got scared every time I think about it. Just knowing how hard things really about to get stresses me.
I stayed in a violent neighborhood. Shooting, killing, anything you can think of. I hated it and never liked staying over here. Only thing I possibly like is that Bryson is just a few blocks down but his house is waaaay more decent than ours.
"Kaliah!?" My mom yelled from the living room.
I annoyingly got up from my bed and went to see what she wanted.
"Huh?"
"School is coming around, I'm low on funds so you might need to find you a job for school clothes." She soberly spoke.
Just don't know I was gonna search for one anyways. I don't see how she's low on funds, all she does is drink. We're on not paying nothing but $200 on rent so what's the hold up? She gets food stamps. I hated living off government. It made me feel needy and less fortunate. Don't get me wrong, I'm blessed for what I have, but I pray for better days.
"Um okay, I planned on doing that in the first place." I spoke kind of rudely.
"They're cutting my hours down at the shelter."
Moma worked at a shelter for homeless people. People who donated food, she'd cook for them and serve them. I helped her a couple of times and to be honest it wasn't bad. I liked helping people who needed and wanted my help.
"I'll go to the mall tomorrow and do a couple of applications." I suggested.
"Yeah, take the bus too."
"The bus? What's wrong with your car?" I asked.
"I don't have any gas! Look, either you walk or ride the bus. I don't care what you do." She spoke, opening a beer.
I walked back into my room and flopped on my bed. I dialed Bryson's number and told him to come get me. My mom didn't care what I'll do or where I'll go. Worst parental skills ever.
In a couple of minutes Bryson was outside parked. I made my way into his truck and he started in the direction of his house.
"So wussuh' lil one?" He began.
"The usual. She's forcing me to find a job." I spoke.
"Ah' job? For what?"
"Saying she's low on funds and their cutting her hours down at the shelter. I need it anyways though." I spoke lowly.
"You know how I feel bout' that though."
Bryson didn't like me going to public places. He said people would come after me knowing I was his girlfriend. I have to get out and do something one day and when this baby comes lord knows what'll happen.
"I know, but I have too. I can't depend on my moma all my life and you either."
He looked at me in a way that was unusual. At that moment I wanted to tell him but my pride just wouldn't let me. I know we're both young and the last thing I should've done is laid up and had a baby.
"What's the real reason you needa' job?" He asked looking back at the road.
"Uh, she told me I have to get school clothes on my own basically. That's why I was gonna ask if you could take me job hunting at the mall tomorrow morning." I spoke weirdly.
