|current time.
My jaw automatically clenched itself as I looked up at Wilmore's shocked yet sympathetic facial expression. I don't want him to feel sorry for me, because a nigga got out of that shit. I stopped fucking with her druggie ass. I took care of my sister, I took care of the household. That was my house. A nigga made that decision at the age of 15..didn't have time for the bullshit.
I somehow made time for the girl that captured my heart.
| october 7, 1987
"Be still, Sekiywa!" I gripped her hair as hard as I could despite her squirming and whining. I'm trying to put this shit in a ponytail, but she making shit difficult for a nigga. I smack my lips as she slaps my hand that was holding her hair together as one. I pop her fingers with the comb and smirked when she stopped hitting me and screamed and cried in pain.
"Shut up." I scolded her with a slick smile on my face. She whimpered and rubbed her hands, but remained still as I slid the band off of my wrist and tied it around her hair, creating a high ponytail. I release a sigh of relief as I pulled it apart, like mama used to do. I don't know what the fuck pulling the ponytail is supposed to do, but I seen Ma do it, so I'm doing it.
I brushed her edges with Ma's toothbrush since it's useless, before throwing it on the couch. I grabbed the dingy string ribbon that she picked out and wrapped it around the base of the ponytail, before raising her up. I dust my pants off as I rise to my feet.
"Get ya backpack so we can go." I mumble as I gather up the brush and broken comb off the floor. She nodsher head before walking down the hallway towards her room. I put the comb and brush away in the bathroom and grab my binder and folder, before yelling out at Set to come on.
"Don't rush me. It takes time to look this good." She snaps back as she waltz past me with her dirty backpack glued to her back. I chuckle at her smart antics as we make our way to the front door.
"Yeah, but who helped you look that good?" I tease as I lock the door behind us and push her along as I stuff the keys in my pocket.
"Some girl named Leanne." She laughs when she hears me smack my lips. I smile and drape my arm over her shoulder as we rounded the corner.
"It's Lean, not Leanne." She looks up at me before we started laughing.
"You need to tell Lia what your name is."
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I tap my pencil against my desk as I watched the second hand tick around the clock. The class was dead because almost every student was sleep and the teacher was eating a apple while reading the paper. I released a sigh as I rest my the side of my face in the palm of my hand.
BRRRRINNNNNNNGGGGG!!!
As on que, all the students head rose up and they practically ran out of the class as if they weren't just in a deep sleep for a hour. I gathered my binder and folder and pressed it against its usual spot on my chest as I made my way to the front. I rubbed my nose as I walked out into the rowdy hallway. I wonder if Lisa realized I didn't call her. Hope she don't think I lied to her or forgot. How could you tell a girl you diggin', that ya druggie moms stole the third phone this month? Maybe she forgot...I hope she forgot.
I took a deep breath before walking into history class. I don't know how to face her, knowing I didn't keep my word to her. Hopefully I get the chance to tell her what happened later on.
"Excuse me." I moved slightly to the left so the girl could squeeze through and out as I made my way in. I gripped my worn out folder in my sweaty palms and finger tips as I made my way back to my usual seat, where Lisa, T and Chilli were.
