Trapped

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"mama I'm home. " I said loudly while opening the door.
the sun was still beaming outside, it was around 4:30.
my mom came downstairs with an irritated look on her face
" why you home so late bitch? school been got out around 2:30. Probably out somewhere hoeing. " she said ignoring my kind greeting
" I had to stay after school to help with my school's open house. I volunteered bec—"
" yeah yeah. save it for someone else." she looked at me in disgust.

     My mom has always acted this way towards me though, it's nothing new.. she hates me. she hates me because I look like my dad. my dad was shot and killed a couple years ago when I was 10.  my mom however, was the cause of his death. she was having an affair with some other guy, I guess when they guy saw her hugged up with my father he decided to murder him.. oh and about that guy he lives here now and he's my stepfather. Anyways let's continue on with the reasons she hates me. she hates me because I'm dark skin. she hates me because I'm " too skinny " , she hates me because my hair isn't that long, she hates me period and thinks I'm ugly. she's made sure to tell me that every time she can.. I've learned to cope with it though. there's nothing I can do about it. I just can't wait to move out here when I turn 18. 2 more years left thank god. — or so I thought —

I walked upstairs to my tiny room and locked my room door . We lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in Bronx, New York. my mom being the cheap ass that she is, she got a 1 room and den that means that the second room is going to be extra small and not really look like a room. It looks like a box! My bed basically takes up the whole room. My room wall was painted in lime green, with white stripes going down the wall. I had a long mirror hanging on the door, on the right side of my room I had about 5 pictures of me and my dad hanging up next to my closet which wasn't full with that many clothes. I didn't really have friends so it's not like anyone came over.. I didn't have any siblings that lived with me. my mom's other kids she gave up for adoption, and I was my dad's only child. he was the only faithful one in their relationship. I laid down on my bed, set my alarm to let me know when to get ready for work and turned on the little TV I had sitting on the nightstand. Yeah, that's how small my TV was. At least it had cable, that's one thing my mother was generous enough to give me. So, I can't complain.

You're probably wondering how it feels to live with the man that murdered your father.. well it's terrifying, and not to mention he's always flirting with me.. it's so weird that's why I always take volunteer hours for community service and stuff at school because I don't like to be around him or my mother. That's why I got a job when I was fourteen.. I worked at McDonalds for the past two years, and saved enough money to get me an iPhone last year. I have an iPhone 6. I won't be upgrading anytime soon. The money I'm saving now is to buy a car.

bzzzzzzzzz 🐝

my alarm rang at 5:30 I took a shower, and put on my work clothes, and through my hair into a ponytail. My hair was short but it was long enough to fit into a ponytail. My mom just wished I had mixed people hair..
It was 6:00pm when i was finally done. I walked to the subway, and waited ten minutes for the bus to pull up. I got off at 125th street and walked into the McDonalds. As I walked in all I heard was teens yelling to each other
" you maad skinny. "
or " nah this bitch got me tightt!"

McDonalds was always loud in New York. Especially down Harlem.. the ones in the Bronx were always packed and a lot of my friends always went there that's why I didn't want to work there. I went to the cashier and my co-worker martiza spoke to me
" hey girl. "
" hey. "
" whatchu doing after work?"
" going home." I was trying to keep the conversation short, I don't like to associate myself people..
" you should come with me to Nasir's party. It's tonight in the Bronx. "
" no I'm fine. "
" girl please.. you never go out and you so quiet.. " she was still keeping the conversation going like arddd leave me alone
I thought about it , and I actually have never been to a party.. one time wouldn't hurt. I know all the rules. 1. don't drink 2. don't take a drink from anybody they might've sparked that Shit 3. dont go upstairs in a room with nobody 4. once the cops show up it's time to go no If ands or buts..
" sure. "
" great I'll pick you up at 9. What's your address ? "
I didn't want to give her my address.. then she'd she how pathetic I was living.
" it's fine just text me the parties flyer I'll meet you there. " I gave her my number and a customer came in.

He was a brownskin boy that looked about 6 feet tall , his sleeves were covered with tattoos.. his hair had hella waves , and his teeth were so white and pearly. He had on a polo white and navy blue colored shirt, clear sunglasses, and his white air forces were clean asf. he was dressed so simple, but yet he looked so stunning. I was too busy staring I didn't even ask to take his order. He noticed me staring..
" excuse me? "
" yeah? Oh I'm sorry, welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you? "
he laughed and gave me his order.
I punched in the food, and gave him is total.
" ça fait combien?" he laughed
" il coûte onze dollars and soixante cents." ( I know I said dollars and cents. I didn't say euros cause we don't use Euros, don't be a smartass) I laughed
" how you know I know French? " I asked while handing him is food
" I'm in your French class. My name Shaun. " he smiled
I don't look at anyone in my classes. I be so shy I can't even turn my head so I don't really know anyone in my classes except the loud ones.
" see you on Monday. " he chuckled
I smiled and took the next customer's order.
*3hrs later*
I clocked out of work and made my way to the subway station. While I was walking a car honked at me. I sped my pace up.. the driver rolled down he window, and it was Shaun.
" why you was scared ? but you need a ride ? " he laughed
" no. "
" you sure ? "
" yeah I'm sure "
" ard we'll see you around. "
" yeah. "

I got on the bus, and sat next to an old lady and her grandson. The ride was a quiet ride until Christina came on the bus on the phone so loud!! Christina was a girl that went to my school. She was my age, light skin, and very pretty. She had curly long hair, she was thick, and everybody wanted her. She was so obnoxious though.. like her attitude and personality were so trashy. I never associated myself with people like her. She looked at me and gave me an ugly look. She rolled eyes. I don't whatthat was about nor do I care. I got off the bus and walked home.
I looked in my closet, and picked the only cute outfit I had. It was a maroon body-con( tight fitted) dress that was just above my knee. I wore my beige gladiator sandals, and wet my hair. My hair was healthy so when it got wet it reverted to its curly texture. I dried it making sure to not take the curls out, I then put it in to a curly updo it was really cute. I grabbed my beige clutch that matched it. It was the only nice outfit I really had .. it didn't cost me that much though I got it in clearance last winter when all of the summer clothes were on sale at Charlotte Russe. I put on some blistex since my mom put it into my head that darksking girls don't look good with lipstick.. I just put hella blistex on, and make my lips glossy. I had on silver little earrings, and sprayed some perfume on. As I was walking down the stairs my mom looked at me, and chuckled.. I could tell she was drunk.
" where the hell you think you going dressed like that? Nobody wants your little ass, you ain't got no titties you wear a fucking 36A! An A cup? No man wants that. You black as Shit and ugly . You only think you looking good in that dress cause it's tight. Hoe ass." I glared at her and walked outside.
When I got to the house the party was in, it was so nice.I texted Martiza that I was there, and she came outside and smiled.
" girl you look so cute! "
" thank you. "
We walked inside and the first person I spotted was Shaun. This was going to be an interesting party. He walked towards me and I tried to act normal.

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