Behind Closed Doors: My Life As Ke'Ladriah Wallace

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I been in prison, foster care for a good while. They threatened to put me in an all girls school when the summer's over if I keep fighting these girls. It's not my fault I'm not a punk! I mean really, if I didn't put these girls in their places, who would? Exactly. They don't call me Ke'Ladriah for nothing! Well actually it's the name I was born with but you get what I'm trying to say right. Maybe not but I don't care. I haven't seen Ms. Crenshaw, and I'm surprised that she hasn't popped up since she is a social worker and everything. As for that journal I still have it. The day she left saying that she didn't know me anymore made it clear that she didn't care about the business we had. I'm shocked to say that it hurt a little that she didn't want to deal with me anymore after all she'd done for us and after I sort of bonded with her and all of that stuff. I was snapped back to reality when I heard my sister arguing which was common now that she had to be here with all these other unknown girls and they'd always try to get her to share, which she hated. "Give it back! It's mines." My sister whined and looked at the girl sticking her tongue out at her holding the doll away from her. I taught my sister how to stand up for herself, but I barely let her use what I taught her because well, she can get a little aggressive. "KeKe! She won't give me my Ms. Starlight doll and she's messing up her hair!" I shook my head. "Hey give it to her! That ain't yours!" The little girl looked at me then at the girl in the corner reading, she stopped and looked at us once she felt us staring at her. I tilted my head to the side looking at her then looked at my sister who'd scrunched her face in the awkward silence. The little girl looked away. "Oh Ms. Starlight those awfully don't braids must go! There is no way you should go about looking like that!" I looked down at this little girl for a few seconds. "Hey! If that's how my sister wants her dolls hair to be then she can do that! Now give it to her before I do something about it!" The girl in the corner shot her head up raising an eyebrow at me. The little girl on the floor continued messing up the doll's hair while my sister tried her hardest to get it. After that I just let my sister hit her in the eye and get the doll back. Of course the girl cried causing her whatever to get up and step to me. "Why'd you let that brat hit my sister!" The girl pushed me while her sister cried to herself. I pushed her back. "You think I'm scared of you bookworm?" She narrowed her eyes and sized me up. "I didn't say you had to be." It'd all went left. Constant punches being thrown, hair being pulled. Our sisters tried to pull us apart, and then all I heard was the door burst open silencing the room and freezing us in our tracks.