Sira P. Kanté
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
April 11,2016"Sira, I know I probably was annoying yesterday, it's just that I never really had a friend before. Well I had friends I just didn't have true friends. They would act like we were friends just because I had money to benefit them. Once I found out, I unleashed the secret. Everyone figured out what they did, the embarrassment cause them to beat me up.", she began to cry. "I'm sorry, I just hoped we could become friends before I told you I had money.", she blew her nose.
Awwe maybe I shouldn't have been so mean. I had no clue she was going through things such as those, that is terrible.
"It's ok Danielle, those girls are self fish and should rot in hell where they belong. No one should have done that to such a sweet girl like you." I comforted her. I knew when I was at my breaking point I needed a shoulder to cry on, but I never received it. I'm just happy I am able to give someone something I always wanted.
I began to rock us back and forth as she cried. When I realized she fell asleep, I laid her down against her bed gently. Maybe she's not as bad as I thought . It's nothing to do, so I'm going to visit Dominic. I walked from my dorm to his. It's only like five minutes away so it was a good walk.
"Nick!", I knocked on his room
door. "Who is it?", another voice asked. It can't be I'll be livid if it is. I pulled myself together, "Sira.", the door opened and well and behold, Ant. "Why are you popping up everywhere I am. You must really like me and just denying. How do you know where I live?", he asked, smiling of course."What are you talking about this is Dominic's room.", I pushed my self in, to see an empty room. Everything of Dominic's was gone. "Yeah about your little friend, he dropped out, so I was moved in here.", Ant shrugged.
Tears were beginning to form in my eyes, they threatened to fall, but I held them in. "Why wouldn't he tell me?", I ran out the room before the annoying jock was able to see me at my weak point.
Dominic knows how I feel about losing people I love. I lost my family, I lost Dominic, but I found him. But now he's gone again. Why didn't he contact me, I would've understood.
I mean of course I would tell him to push through it, like any good friend should. I wasn't allowed to because he's already gone. Once I got to my room, I laid out on my bed and cried. I can't take no more L's, my heart aches of pain and losses.
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InkMyAfrica
General FictionA poor African girl is sent to America all by herself to get a better life. Shipped to an all white foster home wasn't a good plan because no rich white family wants a poor African. After being in the home for 13 years, she moved out and ventured he...