Diary of A Broken Woman

Chapter 11

Dear Diary,

Is it possible to feel comfortable around someone, but they don't know the real you? Am I wrong for not letting someone know my past life and the things I've been through? Am I wrong if another is open with me about their problems and situations, but I'm not with them? Am I deceiving some one, making them believe I'm this happy, outgoing person when I'm not? Am I wrong for looking out for myself and not letting another person come in and break me, hurt me and damage me like everyone else has? Am I wrong?

                                Love,
Miranda

"Stop Pookie." Trey uttered, snatching his hand away from me with a grim look covering his face. I giggled while grabbing his hand again. He was getting tired of me playing with his fingers but hey, I'm bored waiting in this store line. I need something to do.

"I'm not going to stop, Tremaine. I'm bored."I admitted.

"So why you gotta mess with me?" He complained.

"Stop complaining." I told him. He mind as well get over it because I'm not going to stop.

"And why you keep calling me that?" I asked him once the line began to move. Lately he has been calling me Pookie and I just want to know why. That name came out of no where.

"That's my nickname for you."

"What's wrong with M?"I questioned.

"Nothing. I just don't want to call you that. Everybody call you that and I'm not everybody." Trey said sounding like a true lightskin.

"I want my own nickname for you which is Pookie, now is that a problem?"

I mugged him and he mugged me right back and we continued to mug each other until I couldn't take it no more and laughed. Trey shook his head with a slight chuckle before getting his phone out his pocket. I can't stand him.

It was finally my turn in this long line and I began to put my food on the counter. Trey and I came back from the gym about an hour and a half ago and now we are at the grocery store. We decided to just chill at my house and just catch up on my shows. I haven't had time to watch TV in a minute and I really need to catch up on my shows.

My phone began to ring in my purse as the woman finished ringing up my groceries.

"$157.98."

I dug in my purse, grabbing my phone and my wallet. I pulled out a hundred, a fifty and a ten then handed it to her as I answered my phone as well.

"Hello?"

"Mirannndddaa!"Melissa sang.

"Hey bestie, what'chu up to?" I asked, getting my change and receipt then putting it in my purse.

"Bored to death. I wish my baby was here."

I just know she over there pouting. Ever since Lissa went on break at school, all she's been doing is being at home and all she want to do is hang out. To make things worse, Ant's hours changed at work which means her irritating butt always under me.

"You want to go out for drinks?" She asked me. I watched as Trey pushed the buggy out the store. He pushed it real fast then jumped on it like a little kid. It took everything in me not to laugh. Childish ass.

"No, I'm good Lis." I told her.

"Did you really just turn me down?" She asked before gasping.

"I can't believe you. I'm bored as hell and you won't come accompany me. Your lonely ass bestfriend."