Really?!

Chapter 1

Chanel's POV
I had to get up early to pack my bag and I told Damien to meet me at the bus stop. While I was packing and my aunt came in. I feel bad because everything I'm about to tell her is a lie. Jesus please forgive me.

"So you all packed up?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, all packed and ready to go." I said standing.

"Well I know you're gonna have fun going to Ocean City." she said.

"Yeah, we should have a lot of fun and I should be back by Monday night and if it's too late I'll just stay at Rachel's house and go to school from there." I said.

"Alright, just call me and tell me what you gonna do." she said. "Come on, I got breakfast ready"

I followed her out of my room and towards the kitchen to eat. I swear she could throw down. When she said she made breakfast, Damien just gonna have to wait.

I use to ask her stuff about my mother when I was younger but she would never tell me. She would say if my mother wanted to come see me she would. After her snapping on me so many times it discouraged me to keep asking.  After months I grew a whatever attitude towards the situation.

After I finished my breakfast I hugged and kissed my aunt on the cheek and I told her I would see her later. I left the house and walked down the street.

When I was walking I saw Damien standing there at the bus stop. Damien is my best friend and our lives are kind of similar. He lives with his grandmother because his mom wasn't a mom.

See, I just live with my aunt but it's the same. He's been my best friend since forever. He's beaten up all the boys that picked on me and I beat all the girls that picked on him. We tell each other everything and I can't imagine my life without him.

I walked up to the bus stop and here he go.

"Where the hell have you been?" he said with his Nike bag over his shoulder.

"I'm not even that late!" I argued. "Plus my aunt cooked."

"So while you were stuffing your face I was just standing here waiting." he said with an unbelievable look on his face.

"Boy chill out." I said as I saw the bus approaching.

We scanned our smart trips and sat on the bus. We had to take a bus and the metro train to the train station but that was alright. A lot of people have Fridays off so it wasn't that bad.

I picked up our train tickets when we arrived and we were right on time with twenty minutes till boarding.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Damien asked me as we sat waiting.

"Yeah, I want my answers you know that." I said.

"Yeah, I know. So how you know the address?" he asked.

"She be sending me letters and stuff." I said sipping on some Gatorade.

"Oh aight." he said. "So you know what you gonna say?"

"Not really, I'll wing it." I said smiling.

"Aight, well you know I got your back. If you don't like them I don't either." He said.

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"Boy! You love my mom and her husband is your favorite rapper." I said laughing.

"I like them as entertainers." he said as I laughed.

"Yeah, whatever!" I said.

"Do you think he know about you?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe, who knows?" I said.

"You do, Knowles." he said laughing like he said the funniest joke but it was actually very corny.

"You think you funny." I said.

"No, but seriously, what are the questions you need answered to?" he asked.

"Why doesn't she claim me? Who the hell is my father?" Why did she leave me? Why didn't anyone stop her?"

"Those are good questions." he said. "What about you grandparents and Solange?"

"What about them? They turned their backs just like she did. Why didn't they stop her? I feel I shouldn't have any respect for any of them." I said.

"Try to be respectful though. Meaning, don't cuss anyone out." he said because he know how I can be.

"I will try but I don't know how it's gonna be when I see her." I said. "A whole bunch of rage could come out and I could just explode or some shit."

"Well just try." he said patting my arm.

I nodded my head but I wasn't sure what my actions would be. I probably should show her some respect but I may just want to fuck with her.

There are things I remember about her like, the way she played with me and the way she smelled, which was vanilla, but it seems like all that disappeared the day she left.

Now we're boarding the train and I have so much on my mind. I'm just gonna drown it out with these Beats by Dre she sent me. Yeah, I use the some of the stuff she sends me but only for my benefit. I'm not stupid, you'd use and wear the shit too. Now New York here I come.