Murder, She Wrote.

t w o .

S A T O M I

I loved to write. I would write almost everyday thinking about crazy ideas for my new book.

I never published anything though. I was too afraid that people would make fun of my corny ass book.

I would write on Wattpad anonymously though.

I wrote my stories in spiral notebooks at home. Yes, spiral notebooks. I barely had any school supplies because of this. My Mama would get on me all the time about it.

"Satomi, what the hell is this?" Mama asked. Simone and I looked up. "What?" I asked.

"Girl don't what me, What the hell did I tell you about writing books and shit in these spirals I bought you for school?" She asked digging in my dresser.

I sighed. "Sorry?" "Is that a question or statement? Next time you do this shit with the paper I bought I'm beating your ass."

I only nodded. I knew she would so I didn't say anything after that.

She took the spirals out then sat them ontop of my dresser. I also write in my diary everyday. She put my clothes in my dresser while she sang to herself.

Everyone in my family knew how to sing, even the boys. My Mama was the lead singer in my church chore.

My mother could sing like an angel. When I was little I was terrified of the dark and my Mama would sing to me until I went to sleep.

"How was school though?" Mama asked. "I love it." Simone smiled. Mama looked at me. "What about you?"

I shrugged. "It's okay." I lied. My first day of school was amazing, especially since Jamal had spoke to me.. he even knew my name.

"Just okay? I heard you were talking to that senior boy." Simone snitched. I glared at her.

Mama folded her arms across her chest. "A.. boy?" She asked. I sighed. "Yea, but we just talked." "About what?" Mama asked.

"Just.. stuff." Mama raised a brow. "Mama come on, I didn't even think he knew my name." I said.

Mama sighed. "Alright, remember what I said Mimi.. we don't trust these niggas aight? They only want one thing."

I nodded. "Yea." God I wish I had listened to her, her words went in one ear and out the other.

That Sunday it was alright, after church had ended I had finally checked my phone that was blowing up.

Imani: "Biiitch, guess who asked about you?"

773-: "This is Satomi right? It's Jamal, what are you doing tonight?"

My chest tightened a little bit.
I texted Imani back first.

:"Who? Jamal? Yea he just texted me."

She responded quickly.

Imani: "It's a party tonight and you're coming okay? Okay.. be ready at nine and I'll pick you up. Wear something pretty."