I'll Always be here

My name is Portia Jones I am light skin with long hair with full lips, and have a body like Nicki Minja. I live in the projects mother works two jobs, and daddy..well he left us when I was two. Tomorrow is the first day of school. I had just got off the phone with my Bestfriend Natasia. She is darkskin, skinny and has hair that flows down her back.We were talking about how we were going to be super fly tomorrow. We had met up at her house yesterday, and hopped on the city bus, to go school shopping Natasia wasn't very weathy either, but we both worked at subway. The money wasn't all that but it was enough for us to stay with the latest things. I went into my room; I could still smell the fresh paint. I painted my walls purple. I saw purple as a color that defined "hurt" , besides girly girlys loved pink, and I wasn't wealthy enough to be that. I reached into an old wooden dresser that my great granny handed off to me before she died. When she died it was like a part of me died also . I can remember her old wrinkly hands holding mines never letting go. Her words were cracky as if her throat was dry. As I sat there, I closed my eyes, and replayed that moment repeatedly causing tears to rush down my face.

"God how come you had to take her from me? " I asked with anger in my voice.

Just when I was in my deep thoughts Rico busted in. Rico is my brother he gets any girl he want he's tall, handsome , lightskin, and knows what girls loved to hear.

"Get out", I screamed.

I couldn't stand when he came in my room without knocking. His big hazel eyes just looked at me as if I were talking to myself.

"Umm are you alright," he asked.

I know he weren't really concerned so I gave him an answer he wanted to hear

"yeah, " I said softly sounding unsure.

"Can I borrow 20$ portia", he asked.

"Rico your 17 and I'm 16 how come you can't go out there and make your own money like me?" I said sounding annoyed .

Rico had a blank stare on his face as if I had just killed somebody in front of him.

"Mannn OK portia, " he said walking out.

"Close my door, " I screamed at him.

I laid down beside my twin size bed questioning my life. I felt as if I couldn't get anything handed to me I had to work for everything. Even tho my mother had two jobs after she paid all of her bills she was broke again. I got up and seen that it was 8:00 I've most've dosed off.

"Dang," I said quickly trying to avoide the word I really wanted to say.

I rised up from the ground quickly pulling out my purple polo shirt, my khaki pants, and my brown timberlands. Than I reached into my jewelry box to pop out my outfit. I pulled out my gold necklace, my big hoops, and laid them on top of my neatly folded clothes. As I was looking at my clothes I heard lots of commotion coming from the living room. Rico and his girl were probably arguing like they always did. I hate Rico girlfriend she thinks she's better than everyone. She's nothing but a spoil stuck up brat. I let out a deep breath, and continue getting things ready for school.

"Hey ma."

I knew this voice from anywhere. I turned around smiling, slightly showing my dimples.

"Hey Travis," I said shyly.

Travis was my brothers Bestfriend, my first love, and someone I could talk to. He's so handsome, has deep dimples, smart, he's light with pretty teeth,and about 5'9. He moved back to Memphis, because his mother died of lung cancer, and his father had to take him in.

"So how have you been?" He asked showing his straight white teeth.

"Same ole same ole" I replied, looking down as if I wanted to say more.