M A N I F E S T || MJ

1.

November Rose.

"Ma! Have you seen my acne gel?!" Nova's voice shrills loudly as she tears the small bathroom apart, looking in every nook and cranny for the blue circular tube. To her dismay it was nowhere to be found.

"Mama!" She yells frustrated.

"What did I tell you about hollering like that. What you calling my name for?" May Rose's voice was eerily calm compared to her daughters and she cocks her hip out as she stands in the doorway to the bathroom, clad in cleaning gear complete with a bright red bandanna tied around her head.

November takes a deep breath and attempts to calm her hysteria down. One look at her forehead in the mirror just heightens it even more and she gapes at her mother.

"Ma, I can't find my acne medicine! It was in the cabinet and now it's gone! I think Davin might've took it and hid it." She adds the last part resentfully and crosses her arms across her nonexistent chest, narrowing her eyes.

Her mother chuckles like what she said was funny and looks down at her with barely concealed mirth. November finds nothing about her plight amusing and as soon as she got her hands on her little brother she was gonna show him a lesson about messing with her things.

Davin this was your last chance and you blew it.

Her mother raises an eyebrow. "And exactly what makes you think your brother took it? He's not worried about what you put on your face 'Ember."

She widens her eyes and throws her hands up in the air, the force of it making her hair fly back. "What about that time he took my toothbrush and used it to brush the cats teeth?!" She exclaims.

Her mother waves her off. "He didn't know any better."

Oh really, he didn't know any better? She had to get a new toothbrush for gods sake! "How about that time when he spilled red tacky on my bed, even though he wasn't supposed to be in my room! I had to get a whole new spread!" And it cost her some of her savings too!

"Like I said, he didn't know any better and I told him what he did was wrong sweetie." Her mother was really gonna stick up for that devil.

She huffs out a irritated breath and opens her mouth to further try and incriminate her brother. "Well, he--"

"November, I don't want to hear anymore. I'm sure if you go in that room of yours and actually look, you'll find what you're looking for." Her mother cuts her off and raises her voice a little, letting her know that she wasn't playing.

Her throat starts to ache and she clenches her fists, walking past her mother and leaving the bathroom without saying anything more to the aggravating woman. Her destination was her room and in the next moment she was in it, slamming the door behind her and locking it.

"God, I hate that woman. I hate this family!" She whisper--yells to herself, angry tears appearing in her eyes. She paces around her room then tears it apart piece by piece in a fit of agitation, starting with her bookshelf. She rips the books off the shelves and they go flying landing open on the floor; the pages bending.

Next was her desk where she knocks everything off in one swoop, cursing when her lamp hits her knee.

"Fuck you, lamp!" She kicks it, only feeling slight satisfaction when it cracks.