Richmond, Virginia|9:30AM|October 3rd
Amaron's teacher, Mrs. Williamson in the mm.
"You ready Ron?" Teneshia called to Amaron who was slowly moping around with his Batman book bag dragging behind him.
He vigorously shook his head no beginning to whimper.
"Don't start Amaron." Teneshia groaned grabbing him from Nai's porch. With the way he was walking it'd take forever.
Amaron lowly cried in this mother's shoulder wetting her pajamas.
"Thank you I'Jenai." Teneshia smiled putting Amaron in the back, buckling him in his car seat and getting into the driver's seat.
"I don't wanna go to school." Amaron murmured kicking his mother's seat.
Teneshia pulled up to the drive thru at McDonald's, ordering Amaron a sausage mcgriddle and a orange juice and herself the pancakes.
"Hi, that'll be six twenty two." The cashier said, Teneshia handed her the money. She grabbed her change moving up to the next window quickly grabbing her food and heading towards Amaron's school.
Amaron sat eating his mcgriddle in the back forgetting all about their destination.
"Mommyyy." Amaron sang watching the buildings go by.
"Hmm?" Teneshia hummed stopping at a red light.
"I hate school." Amaron answered throwing his McDonald's wrapper onto the floor and drinking the rest of his orange juice.
"Ron you're gonna love school just like mommy did." Teneshia lied, pulling into the school's parking lot.
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"Nooooo!" Amaron cried, wiping his tears. "I don't wanna go to school."
Teneshia sighed, grabbing his hand. "Hi, is your name Mrs. Williamson?" Teneshia asked, the woman nodded welcoming them into her classroom.
"Oh no, this is my son. Tell her your name Ron." Teneshia egged rubbing Amaron's back to soothe him.
"Amaron." Amaron mumbled crossing her arms across his small chest.
"Ohhh what a handsome young guy we have here. I'm happy to have you Amaron. Do you have a nickname?" The teacher questioned, bending down to eye level of Amaron.
"Ron. You can call me daddy I guess.." Amaron smirked, grabbing the teacher's hand.
To give the teacher props, she was beautiful. Sitting at twenty three years of age, she was abnormally beautiful. And she was African American! How inspiring.
"I like school now." Amaron whispered to his mother, Teneshia and Amaron said their final goodbye's as Teneshia left the building heading back home to get dressed for the day.
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7:30pm hit and Teneshia was having her parents over for dinner. Not notifying Bryson of this accompany of them.
Teneshia was clad in a beautiful glistening red choker dress that was embedded with sparkles. Her heels matched the red with the beads of silver glistening into the light.
She'd spent an hour curling her hair and finding the matching silver accessories for her perfection.
She'd even went all out to put make up on and fake eyelashes. This dinner was pretty special.
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One More Than She Knew
General Fiction"When it rains it pours, but God don't give you shit you can't handle! Be'lee dat'!" That was so very true! Until, Teneshia R. Moore is faced with a busload of problems and her masqueraded spectacle of life has her rolling on edge like a bowling bal...
