The Love of Montana

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Malik
"Malik get up you got school today!" I rolled over not wanting to get up. There was a slamming noise which urged me to turn around. I could see my ma heading for me, she shook the bed trying to wake me. I sat up quickly, "Ma'am?!" She shook her head with disapproval, "Boy you better watch that tone." I rolled out of bed watching her walk out. Rolling my eyes I threw on a shirt and walked downstairs into the kitchen. Ma was sitting down at the kitchen table eating oatmeal, I grabbed a box of cereal fixing me some cookie crisps. I sat down watching her eat, she looked up at me. "Malik where's your brother?" I shrugged my shoulders, "He left last night and didn't come back." She shook her head still eating, "Probably doing some he ain't got no business." I dropped my spoon in the bowl not wanting to eat. She looked at me as if I had done something wrong, "Why you ain't eating?" I huffed out half annoyed. "I'm not hungry anymore. I'm just gone go put on some clothes and be outchea," I said grabbing the bowl and putting it in the sink. "There you go using that French accent like your daddy," she said seeming annoyed. I walked out of the kitchen to my room, putting on some clothes and brushing my teeth. I snuck downstairs and out the door, trying not to alarm ma. I jogged down the street to Darren's house, running up the steps and knocking on the door. He opened the door, "Nigga chill, you gone wake the whole gotdamn neighborhood." He came outside with his backpack on his shoulder, locking the door behind him. "Where yo backpack." I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips, "At school in my locker, don't worry bout it I  gots this I actually think before I do shit. I left it there on purpose so I wouldn't have tah bring it all the way home, then turn around and carry it all the way back to school. That sack of bricks ain't gonna be weighing me down."

28 minutes later...
Mrs. Kelly was writing the math equation on the board for the class. I was confused I didn't know none of this shit, and the more I tried to tell her that the less she tried to help. "Mrs. Kelly you trippin'!" She looked over to me, "Just do your work." I gritted my teeth, "I don't know how to do this." She just sat in her seat watching me. "Well it just ain't gone get done." She stood from
her seat with a ruler. If she come over here with this ruler she getting pimp  slapped, on my daddy. She came over and smacked my hand, I stood to my feet backhanding her.