PHAT DESIRES

P D : 1

EDAJ POV :

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm going off. Lazily turning in my bed I hit the snooze button.

Inhaling, I cringed because the smell of ass and piss immediately filled my nostrils giving me a headache early this morning.

Laying down in my raggedy twin bed for a few extra minutes. I stared up at the cracked ceiling, not wanting to get up so soon.

Letting out a loud sigh, I forced myself up and drug my feet through the carpet to the tiny bathroom across the hall.

First I took my morning pee. Nothing's better than my morning pee.

After I finished wiping my hands, I went to the old mirror.

Taking my head scarf off, I looked up at the HOT mess. Frowning, I took my hair tie out, sprayed some water in it, and let my hair hang on my shoulders. Then, I did the best I could to clean myself.

My mama didn't pay the water bill and I don't have a job to pay it either, so I do without real baths majority of the time.

My mama doesn't pay the bills because she is a drug addict. She's been one since my Dad died 2 years ago from cancer. She doesn't take deaths easy and when my Dad died she just lost it.

She stopped going to work, she started coming home later and later and sometimes not come home at all, and started doing drugs of course.

I went back to my room trying to get ready for another day of school. I'm not too upset though cause i'm out that hell hole this year!

I went back to my long broken mirror hanging in the bathroom to see if anything changed. An ugly girl is all I see and all I will ever see.

I'm bigger then most girls, therefore I'm considered fat. My mama when she was normal would tell me I wasn't fat just thick. I know she was just being nice because that's what parents are supposed to do, but I know I'm fat.

I sighed and went to pick out my outfit for today. I chose some homemade acid wash high-waisted jeans with a thrift shop lime green v-neck, a black cardigan, and my old worn out black converse. To top it all off I put on my real silver necklace my Daddy gave me for my 14th birthday.

After I had my outfit on I grabbed my bag then walked to the living room just to see my Mom passed out on the couch. I'm not really tripping, it's nothing new to me.

I walked out the apartment door and down the creaky steps to my bus stop on the corner.

I got to the city bus stop and sat down on the wooden bench to wait. I didn't really like riding school buses cause I was picked on.

"Fat Ass"

"Poor Bitch"

Was all I heard on the school bus so I ride the city bus cause no one talks about me on there.

Well no one talks about me to my face on there.

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The bus finally pulled up after 40 minutes and I proceeded to get on. I swiped my bus pass and went to the back of the bus where my seat was aka where no one sat.

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I got off the bus 2 blocks from my ratchet, dumb, stupid, annoying, hood, high school, McKinley High.

Words cannot describe how much I hate this school. It is unbelievably ratchet.

23 year old men still in 9th grade, thots sucking dick DURING class, and ghetto teachers who don't teach shit.

As I turned the curb heading to school I went to a nearby tree and leaned against it seeing that I was still a couple minutes early.

I pulled Macbeth by Shakespear out my cheap tote and started to read it.

The air was thick with fog and I couldn't help but to feel paranoid.

I heard so leaves crunch like someone stepped on them, but when I turned around I only saw a cat.

"Stupid scary cat", I muttered.

Sighing, I went back to my book.

I was really deep into the book when I felt hands snake around my waist and a rag be placed over my mouth.

Definitely not the cat.

What the fuck, these people are wilding. They must don't know! I may be ugly, fat, and poor, but I can fight. My Daddy always told me I should be able to protect myself at all times.

I accidentally inhaled the chemical on the rag.

SHIT!

I stepped on the mysterious person behind me toes then forcefully, I elbowed them in the stomach, earning a groan from the person.

I started running away, well I tried to run away, but ended up tripping over a tree root.

Damn.

I heard a chuckle and a deep voice say, "Gotcha bitch".

Then I blacked out.....

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