"Snap out of it Lailani, were you paying attention to anything I was saying?" Mrs. Fulton asked as I was slowly drifting off into my own world.
"Yes, just reminiscing about my mom, man I miss her so much" I replied practically weeping.
"Oh well alright, just make sure you get back to working eventually because this assignment is due at the end of the period", Ms Fulton spoke unsympathetically.
I remember the day I sat in the dark deeply Christmas ornamented living room while watching the news channel, seeing the news reporter talk about someone who had just arrived to the hospital supposedly in a coma after being in a deadly car crash. The news reporter included the crash was at the intersection of Cameron and Maclay streets at approximately 7 pm. I recall mom telling me she was going to save a lot to pick up tomato sauce and because she was fixing spaghetti for dinner. I quickly tried to call her and was automatically sent to voicemail. "Is my mom okay", "What will I ever do without her" is what thoughts spun my mind at the time. I honestly didn't know how to react to a situation like this.
The thought of loosing a parent and having to raise myself without a job, car and no money what so ever. Oh I forgot to mention, my name is Leilani Cai and I am soon to be 18 years old. My life definitely wasn't one of the worst but, it of course wasn't one of the best. My father left my mother when I was 5 for another woman and the only thing I could reminisce on was him giving me this dove pin that his father gave him when he was little but I've never really payed attention to it. He said the pin was extremely special and keep it to pass on future generations blah blah the usual. Meanwhile, the pin has been on top of my closet shelf, catching dust for as long as I can remember.
Well back to reality, I was so ready for this block period to be over man I've already been in this dumb science class with this annoying teacher, I'm just over everything right now. I impatiently watched the clock as the long dark colored hand hit the 12. "Dinggggggg" , I jumped enthusiastically out of my seat, almost forgetting to grab my book-bag and phone of the desk beside me. I immediately spotted the love of my life through the window as I hurried in the hallway meeting my boyfriend Nas.
"Hey baby" , he said blushing, leaning in for a kiss with his lips puckered.
"Wassup boo" I spoke puckering my lips, kissing his soft plush lips.
" What period do you have next buttercup?", Nas asked
"Now you know I have art, so I don't even know why you asked that question", I said annoyingly while rolling my eyes.
"You right my fault shawty, well we bouta be late so imma hit you later after school, be ready at 5, we going out." Nas spoke.
"Wait bae where we going?" I asked curiously.
"Don't worry about it, just be ready... love you." Nas exclaimed as he walked away backwards.
"Ugh fine , love you too." I replied rolling my eyes.
Boy can my boyfriend of 5 years be a pain, but that's my baby. Last period of the day shouldn't be that bad right? I asked myself. As I was walking I drifted off into the library seeing my girl Malayna. I quietly crept up behind her trying to scare her but it didn't work she already saw me.
"Wassup boo" I whispered trying not to be seen.
"Hey bih", she replied with a ratchet remark.
"Meet me after this period at my car, so we can go snatch up some Bojangles real quick.", I uttered.
"Ard say no more, don't gotta tell me twice sis, but I gotta be home by 3, mom dukes be trippin.", she said with an attitude.
"Kk see ya later.", I spoke while exiting the library, practically running to my last period noticing I was 7 minutes late.
I knocked on the door waiting for someone to let me in. My art teacher, Mr. Jordan always be trippin though, like I could be late a minute and a half and he'll start snapping like "YOUR IN 11th GRADE YOU SHOULD BE TO CLASS ON TIME, IF YOU NEED TO BE WALKED TO CLASS BY SECURITY SO THAT YOU GET THERE ON TIME, AND TREATED LIKE A KID THEN THAT'S WHAT GONNA HAPPEN" and I really didn't have time for that today so I plugged my headphones back in before I even walked into the classroom. I was greeted by a sad faced Mr. Jordan. I assumed something already ruined his day, so I just left him alone and walked to my seat. As I was free drawing, (because I had already finished my drawing of Beyonce), I kept easing my head up to see the side of Mr. Jordan I've never seen before. He looked stressed out, and not like the type of stressed out that just brushes off, but the stressed out when it's nothing you could possibly do to help the situation. Now not only did he look stressed, but he looked tired and depressed, like he hasn't slept nor ate in days. I kinda felt bad for him honestly, but it's not my place to ask him what was up so I'll just chill.
Finally, it was 10 minutes left of class because I was tired of looking at Mr. Jordan's depressing self, all in his bag for what? Pshhhh beats me. But anyway, as I was getting ready and packing up to go home, I over heard Mr. Jordan on the phone saying...
"So what now? What am I suppose to do with her? She needs shelter, food, and a home and now that this happened who's gonna be providing because you know I barely make enough money to take care of myself? I treated her like a child of my own, well of course because she is mine, but she doesn't know it. Even if it means putting my life on the line then I guess that's what it's gonna come down to."
Boy do I wish I knew what he was talking about, but he never mentioned him having any kids so what is he talking about? Yeah I know right WEIRD. Anyway, so it's finally time to get out of this jail, and I can already spot Malayna at my car sitting on the hood. As I walked over to my car she hurried and hopped off, once she spotted me walking angrily.
"Girl you better act like you know, I just got my car freshly painted sus." I half yelled.
"My fault girl you know I be forgetting sometimes." She playfully joked.
"Mhm yeah whatever, hop in." I spoke.
