In the morning I got myself dressed into a black white beater, baggy sweat pants, and my favorite hoodie of course. I checked my appearance in the mirror before taking off down stairs. When I got there and walked into the kitchen, pops and Tray was having breakfast.
"Oh my! look how the dead has arisen".
Dad said taking a bite of his omelet as Tray laughed like his joke was really funny.
"Hardy har har dad your not funny".
I rolled my eyes as Tray continued to laugh at dads lame joke.
"But you did look dead and still do".
Tray teased me and as I was about to punch him, my dad interrupted me clearing his throat.
"So Luckynzee what are your plans for today?".
I stopped in my position of grabbing a toast from the plate. I hated my full name and dad always used it when he was serious or mad at me. I finally put the toast to my mouth and took two bites as my dad and Tray stared awaiting for me to answer.
"Uh...smee..I..uh..whell...imma...ima..gwoingout".
They looked at each other than back at me.
"Lucky swallow your food first child".
I laughed inside and swallowed up the toast in accompanied it with some orange juice.
"I'm going out".
I said folding my arms.
"With?".
Dads face went from mines to look at Trays than back to me.
"I'm going out with Ja".
"Oh hell no, nope nope nope!!".
I shot Tray a look as he stood up to his feet and than pops faced him too.
"What the hell is your problem?".
I questioned him. Tray shook his head in looked at pops.
"Dad! tell her!".
My dad shifted in his seat.
"Calm down Tray I got it son!".
They were both looking my way now but was still in silence.
"Uh what's going on?".
"Lucky, sit down honey".
"Nah dad I think I'll stand".
Dad let out a huge sigh in turned to Tray.
"Well tell her".
"Tell me what!".
"James isn't who you think he is Lucky".
"Look, I know you don't approve of the type of guys I hang with but".
"Its not that".
"Yea it is y'all really don't know them and your already trying to distance me from my friends!".
"No just him!".
Tray said now folding his arms.
"Why?".
That's when Tray frowned at me and pops face was more concerned.
"I asked you both a question, why!?".
They were both silent and as I waited my phone vibrated, I took it out and saw a text from Isaiah saying he needs to talk to me, I asked him to meet me at his favorite place and by that time my dad and Tray started talking among there selves so I slowly eased my way to the door and ran.
