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Chap: 1

Chapter 1

She don't wanna be a freak no mo she don't wanna be a freak no-

I cut my alarm off. I wanted to lay there for about a good 5 more mins but my slumber was ruined by my sister.

"Sy, Sy get your big head up." She shook me repeatedly.

I jumped up causing her to fall off the bed. She started whimpering.

"No K I'm sorry I didn't mean to push you off the bed. I- wait I know you not crying. Do I need to bring the tickle monster out.?" She kept whimpering so I started tickling her she removed her hands from her face and stated laughing so loud. Her smile was so pretty. I think she laughed to loud cause the next thing I heard had me moving.

"I know y'all better stop jumping around up there! Sy you know you got to drop your sister off. Don't make me repeat myself.!"

"Sy my stomach hurt now." I kissed her belly.

"That better?" She nodded and took off running. "Love you Sy!"

"Love you too K." Got to love her.

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After a quick 10 minute shower I lotions up and took out my out fit for today. It consisted of a pink and blue tribal half shirt. A pair of light skinny jeans a jean jacket and my gold sandals. I finished off with my triple ringed gold necklace and gold circle earrings. I wasn't that much of a showy person but I love to be fashionable. I love my body type and well it fitted my clothes. I was a 36 c up top thick down at the bottom. Somewhat flat stomach. Color of brown sugar and lastly I had my moms greenish-hazel eyes. I was blessed with beauty you could say.

I curled my shoulder length brown hair and added a few decretive hair clips.

I went to my sister K's room. By the way her real name is Kiara but we call her K. I knocked. "Aye K you ready?"

She walk out in a pair of light skinny jeans a pink a blue polka dotted tank top and a jean jacket to go over also. She topped it off with her silver sandals.

"Trying to be like me huh?" She just smiled showing her dimples. I didn't really have dimples that show as much as hers. It's all good though.

"You look cute sis." She did a twirl and ran down stairs. Silly.

"G'Morning ma." she was sitting on the couch watching a recorded episode of The Young and The Restless. Like is the show that good?

"GoodMorning Sy. Hurry so you don't be late." My mom doesn't take lateness lightly. I looked at the clock and saw we had 15 mins to catch the bus. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed to packs of strawberry pop tarts .

"Aye K come here." Her hair looked a mess. I looked up under the sink and grabbed some hair moisturizer and a cup of water. I applied the ran my fingers through it a little and boom she had a head fully of curls. Hers is naturally curly while mines is idek. I handed her the pop tart.

"See you later mom." I kissed her cheek and watched K do the same.

"Copycat." I whispered. I didn't think she heard me but she did.

"She my momma too!" She took off running when I gave her that look.

We made it to the bus stop. Her bus came first and she was already gone. Now I had to wait on my bus which would be her in about 5 mins. While sitting I saw this little boy and I'm assuming his dad walking towards the daycare. Wish I had times like that with my dad. After I turned 6 my great grandparents decided to move to a better environment. Which was Detroit,Michigan. You call that Better? He decided to move with them of course. And after I never saw him again. My mom hates his guts. I talked to em maybe once or twice a month. I still try to make our relationship seem like we have some type of connection but day by day were drifting apart.

Mins later the bus pulls up. I hop on and take my usual seat in the middle. My bus is never loud in the morning. Amen. On the way to school we have to pass through the "run down" area and all you see is litter every where people everywhere clothes, needles, cigarette buts, etc. Something that caught my eye is out of all the car I see a candy red Altima down the street. Montee?.

I look a little but further and see him beating the living day lights out of someone. The sight if that is sad he looks so poor and defenseless. We make a stop to pick up some kids and I take that as my chance to escape the bus. I walk up to the first seat and ask the bus driver for a band-aid. He looks in his first-aid kit to the left of him and I take that as my chance to get off. You see we're not suppose to do that. It's a rule your suppose to get off and get on in the specific area you put you address as. And this is not my area at all.

He calls after me but I speed walk towards the scene. The bus eventually pulls off. I hide behind a trash can. Montee never likes me being around this type of stuff but you see this guy looks do innocent. I mean just like any other guy get beat up. I walk closer and one of Montees men points me out. He stops and walks towards me with sweat on his face and blood in his hands.

"Sy what did I tell you about coming here.?" I stood there not answering his question. "Sy I know you hear me!" He yelled.

"I'm sorry but you beating up the poor guy just looked so wrong a-a-and.. Im sorry." I put my head down feeling stupid. Why am I trying to help a random guy anyways? He must've did some to get himself in a situation like this. Right?

"Sy, Sy you hear me? Get in the car."

I try to look over at what's going on but I don't get to because Montee blocks my view. "Now!" He says I jump. And leave. As Im getting in the car the guy is saying help me. But I know I can't. He sounds so hurt. I want to cry cause I feel like no one should have to go through this.

"Montee can you please leave him alone." He looks at the guy not before walking over and kicking him in the face. The sight if that made me break down. I couldn't do nothing about it. What was I suppose to do. Snitch on my own Boyfriend.? Naa I don't think so. His boys hopped in the car I dried my face before Montee came back. He kneeled down beside the guy and spoke a few words to em. Then got up.

"Aye Sy you good?" I shook my head yes even though on the inside I was torn. He gave me a quick peck on the lips before pulling off towards school. I caught a quick glimpse at the boy. His eyes were barely open but I could still see them and it was a look of hurt, sadness,and hatred all in one.

That day I will never forget. All I see is his bruised face in my dreams sometimes. Those eyes, those unfamiliar eyes.

From that day every Monday I ride the his through that neighborhood it's the same routine that guy getting dealt with for what reason? Who knows. Can I ask Montee? Sure I will get the same response"Its non of your business."

Every night I go home and think of him that guy those unfamiliar eyes.

I feel like I am his only chance to help him.

Here I am helping someone I don't know. Or do I? Idk. He is so......

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