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all for you. . . remember

jacob

                                                i left my home town just to live with my mother in California. I liked it back home because of the peace i felt when the wind would blow in my face because of where i stayed. I wish i could go back. . . 

                                                     the cab ride home to my mothers house was of course uncomfortable, but Jhene Aikos beautiful played through my phone as her lyrics beamed my brain as they usually did. 

do you remember, do you remember who, do you remember, do you remember who you were? do you remember, do you remember who you were to me 

. . . cause I do

                                                        these lyrics meant so much to me right because of my current situation. New York, and California? completely different. will it change me? i don't know.

                

                                                                My mouth dropped when I saw the beautiful creamed color house. It was like something from a millionaire home catalog seriously.

                   

    " thank you " the man turned around with a confused look " qué? " should've known by his strong Hispanic face that of course he was Hispanic, as me? negro, and hispano.

        

        too bad for me that I didn't understand half of my mothers speaking therefore she was forced to speak English to me. " gracias. " i smiled hoping he would understand.

           

             I nearly jumped out of my skin when he cackled. "ah sobrino, I'm messing with you!" sobrino? " uncle? " The man I'm guessing was my uncle nodded his head, wow.

        

         " Your madre sent me. " he chuckled before parking the taxi cab in the beautiful homes driveway, " maldita madre " I smiled helping my uncle get my luggage from the-

My head ached instantly as my uncle popped me in the head. " uncle! was that necessary? " I turned to see his face contorted with confusion. " shame sobrino, i barely touched you . . ." he shook his head talking in his strong accent. " language, sobrino . "

        

                i rolled my eyes still holding my aching head. walking in the house was like walking into a mansion, it was funny to me. me and my father lived in a fairly large home, suitable for a family of three until my mother left, and he re-married a woman named liddi. 

the bitch hated me with a passion. she kept calling me a names after finding me cutting myself. only if she new she was the reason.

                        " my baby! la bienvenida a casa a mi hijo welcome home my son " my mother hugged me tightly kissing my forehead all over. " alright, alright momma . " i smiled warmly, embracing my short mother. 

" hijo? you crying? " she giggled wiping my tears. " mom-" i murmured a bit. " I missed you so much ."

                " I missed you too." she kissed my jaw bone before pulling a little packet out of her pocket.. she grabbed my hand, and slipped in into my palm. " heres a little welcome back gift ." my body soon pressed with too much excitement, I ripped it open. 

'visa credit card'

                                            pleased i beamed from ear to ear, " mama! thank you!" I once again pulled her in for a squeeze before letting go." 

" now." she started. " have you been practicing your spanish?" she cocked her eyebrow placing her hand on my shoulder. 

                " sadly, no i didnt know I would fly out her mother sorry ." 

she closed her eyes. " I knew that you wouldn't, but I practiced my English. doing pretty good ." 

                after i got settled, my mother showed me my room. just how i left it last time I visited. but now i guess I'm permanently here. it was much different, instead this time there was a house right beside my mothers. the hell?

                         " ma!" I called walking down the steps my face befuddled. " yeah, hijo?" she smiled looking up from the a novel that had all of her attention. " since when was there a house next to yours? " my thick eyebrows contorted.  

                 " oh!" she smiled marking her place in the book, i cocked my hip to the side. " Sobrino!" i snapped right back in place. " yes uncle?" he looked at my hips with a somewhat disappointed face.

" dont mind him jake ." my mother chuckled. " he's been a bit paranoid every since bryson came out the closet."

" Bryson!? his son?" I gasped.

a little background on bryson, nigga as mean too me, he called me a faggot, but not that I think about it , it was a cover up.

" but anyways jake, next door is the lopez's" she gritted her teeth. " oh so their Hispanic to?" i questioned once again propping my hip. " no actually, their a nice black family, they have a son you're age, you guys will go to the same school so you should get to know him now."

SCHOOL. shit. damn. fuck.

"Ma, don't even bring school up please." I groaned walking back up the steps.

When I entered my room, through my window I saw a boy, with hair as long as mine, yet straighten staring through my window. 

                i became scared at first until he shut his blinds. Nooo, he was cute. . . for a guy. from the little glance i got from him, his ass was fine. I'm just confused.

                i hate school, especially if the children act as he do... lord bless me

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