Homeless Kenzie . (Urban Fiction)

Kenzie..

Kenzie..

I woke up with Drew on my mind. I couldn't wait to see him. I smiled as I thought about him. As I sat up my back began to pop vigorously. Sleeping in the back of this truck was seriously gonna be the death of me. My mom looked at me. "You okay baby?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am. Good morning." I said.

"Good morning babe!"

I put my head on her chest. I tried to massage my own back but I swear it was impossible. She rubbed it for me.

"Things are gonna get better baby. I swear. Daddy and I are gonna get a job. We're going to get a house and everything's gonna be be like it was." She said. She kissed my forehead. I believed her.

"I know maa. I know. I just hope it happens quick. Or ima have a bad back before I turn 18!"

She kinda laughed. "you're so silly!"

I gave a her half smile. "I gotta pee! Are we going to the store?"

"Yes! That's where daddy is driving now!"

I didn't even realize we were moving.

"Good morning daddy."

"Good morning princess."

As soon as we got to the Gas station I gathered up my tooth brush, wash cloth and feminine wipes into a small bag. I walked into the bathroom, went into a stall and relieved myself. I hated being dirty. All I could seriously think about was how I needed a good ass shower. I needed water on my body. Water and soap. I sighed. I wiped myself clean and changed my clothes. I walked out and brushed my teeth quickly. I shoved everything into my bag. My mom looked at me. "What's wrong babe?"

"Nothing maa. I'm fine."

"No you're not. What's wrong Kenzie?"

"I wanna take a bath. I feel nasty."

She sighed. "You don't think daddy and I want a shower too?"

"You asked what was wrong, so I told you mama. You don't have to get smart with me." I said obviously frustrated.

"I'm just saying."

I walked out of there. I could already tell today was going to be a very bad day. I sighed. I got in the truck and sat in the back seat. My mom got in.

"We have a teacher's conference with all of your teachers and you're permitted to sit in and listen." she said.

I sighed and nodded.

As soon as we got to school it was only 9:00. So we were 15 minutes early. We all walked into the office and were led into the conference room. All my teachers walked in one by one including Drew. They all had stacks of my work in their arms. My mom and dad greeted them all.

My mom introduced them to all six of my teachers.

"I'm Kara and this is my husband Jake."

"Nice to meet you." They all said. I stared at the table but I felt someone staring at me. I looked up. and there was Drew. sitting beside me. I gave him a half smile. He smiled back. "Hi Kenzie."

"Hi Mr. Taylor." I said.

"You don't look so well."

"Long morning."

"Me too."

I frowned. "maybe tomorrow will be better."

He whispered low. "It'll only be better if you're laying next to me baby girl when I wake up. But until that happens, I'll always have a shitty morning."

I smiled and looked away. I didn't want to draw to much attention to us. As the meeting progressed my teachers told my parents how I had really good grades but I could never really stay awake but when I was awake I participated in class and did outstanding with group discussions. Blah blah blah! I knew all this shit!

Once the meeting was over I lowkey got up and walked towards the door. My mom spoke. "Kenzie."

I turned to look at her. "Ma'am?"

"Are you okay?"

"Perfect. Have a good day." I said then walked right out of there. I hope they heard exactly what they wanted to hear too. I was a good student. But if I was failing it would be all their faults anyway. I hate all of this shit. All I want is to be normal. Is it wrong to just want to be normal? I sat on a bench in the middle of the court yard and starting thinking about everything. Just as I felt myself about to cry, Drew sat beside me.

"Hey, You okay?"

"I'm perfect."

"You're also lying. You wanna tell me what's going on baby girl?"

"I'm a good student."

"I know that. Everybody knows that beautiful!"

"No they don't! They're so arrogant! What were they expecting? For the teacher to fucking say I was dumb?"

"No. You know it was to check on you."

"I thought it was like that at first too til my mama started asking all of those failing questions! 'What if she fails your class? Does she need the credit?' The fuck? I'm a good student! I ain't gon fail motherfucking class on my damn watch!" I was obviously pissed. I never cussed like this. I calmed myself. "I'm sorry Drew. It's not your fault."

He hugged me. "It's okay. Try not to stress yourself out so much. I'll see you 3rd period, okay?"

"Okay."

He got up and walked away. I went to bathroom with an expectation and attempt to get myself together.