Keep You In Mind

Sittin' Up In My Room

     Chamony felt weird.

     And not in a, 'she ate something bad and now her stomach is doing cartwheels' type weird.

     It was more of a 'deep down, she knew something, but was trying to convince herself otherwise and now it's eating her up on the inside' weird.

     It was a nagging, poking, lingering awkwardness that had caused her to twist and turn for the past two nights.

     She blamed Isaac.

     It was all his fault. He should have never told her what he did, but even so, how was she sure he was telling the truth? If he was really 'poor,' he wouldn't have fifty dollars to spare for the likes of her.

     She tried telling herself he lied in an attempt to do just what was happening - get under her skin. It was something most people were unable to do. Chamony just didn't allow herself to react to other people's stupidity. She would call them out on it, sure, but they weren't allowed to get the best of her.

     She always had the upper hand.

     Isaac was different though, and she hated that.

     She hated him.

     Life was so much simpler when the only 'interaction' they had was limited to their shared class on Monday, Wednesday's, and Fridays. Now it seemed like she saw the boy every day. Well, used to.

     Since his not so little 'confession' on Wednesday, she hadn't seen him. Not at the library after class, or even yesterday. He wasn't even in class today, something that technically wasn't out of his character as he had already skipped multiple classes in less than a month.

     Still, it bothered her. His absence bothered her, and not because she missed him, but because she couldn't get a follow up.

     He didn't really owe her an explanation, but she damn sure wanted one, and planned on getting it out of the blue eyed devil one way or another.

     After all, if he didn't want to explore Pandora's box, he never should have opened it.

     At that moment, Chamony's iPhone lit up. Leaning across her bed and the large Health textbook on her lap, she saw her sister's smiling face fill the screen.

     Taking a deep breath, she moved her pen to mark her spot in the book, shut it and replaced it with her cell phone. Swiping right, she waited for the connection to form, and grinned when she saw Elisha.

     The older girl immediately scowled at the sight of Chamony, "Child what happened to your head?"

     Chamony frowned. Looking at herself in the reflection of her phone, she played with the sloppy bun. "It doesn't look that bad, does it?"

     "Is water wet?"

     "You're so annoying."

     "No, what's annoying is me having a bad a*s little sister who won't even take the time to showcase her beauty."

     "Beauty is subjective Elisha. It's in the eye of the beholder."

     "Well, this beholder ain't feeling you or whatever it is you got going on up there," Elisha smacks, gesturing to the other woman's hairstyle, or lack, thereof.

     Half-sisters, five years apart, and on opposite ends of the color spectrum, few could guess the two shared the same bloodline. To Chamony, Elisha was everything she once desired to be, before accepting her natural pessimistic personality. To Elisha, Chamony was her mini me trapped in a little light skin girl's body, occasionally finding time to come out and play.