The Fall Of A Black Teen || A Jamaican Novel

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                                    The Fall of a Black Teen
                                               
                                               Chapter 1
                                             
                                           

Life was good. I had alot of free times, a lot to spare.  I used to walk the streets, chill with friends grab a smoke or drink when I feel like.

I never had to hide from people to take a light because it's who I am, who we are, here in Jamaica, here in the ghetto, nobody really cares about us they just talk, curse and tell us bad words.

They encourage us to go school when they feel like to be honest. They ain't talking about me and school, 'cause with that, I had to go school under my mothers hand, I'm not the brightest in my class nor am I amongst the least.

But where smoking and drinking is concerned, they can talk all they want because they can't make me stop, they're telling us to stop when they're the one sitting in front us smoking then asking for a light. So who's to be blame?

Children live by what they learn.

My mother wasn't happy with what I chose and she tried to help me, she's still trying.

I'm not saying I hadn't failed her, I was getting one step closer to betterment, I was happy I hadn't fall among those who had to take counseling session but that happiness turns into bitterness when I fell into a trap I wasn't ready for, a world where it's only me, and a life that had created inside of me. 

I fell and this is my story.

"Kathy, it's 7:45 get up!," I groaned at the sound of my mother blaring my name through the house, "we talked about this that you'll go job hunting today".

I pull my son closer to me and snuggle him still sleepy, "Mom, I'm tired". I yawn and pull the plain blue sheet over us.

About to go back to sleep I felt cold air ripping through my body, I peeked through one eye and saw my mom taking up Kashief.

"You need to get up and sort this baby out!" she exclaimed.

Why is she behaving like this, it's just seven in the morning and she always looks after Kashief since he was born. So what's the big deal?

I got up and my feet hit the cold tiles, I shiver wanting to lay back down but under moms' roof that ain't bound to happen so I stretch then head for the bathroom, I clean my face up and head out to the living room where I find my mom cooing at Kasheif in the big brown sofa, I find myself smiling then went to sit on the one across from them.

"Did you make breakfast?" I asked while skipping through the chanels on the television.

"No. I did not and you're not staying in here this morning" she seeth. I roll my eyes and throw the remote behind me.

I understand her, but I'm tired, I've been up all night with Kashief. "Mom, I'm tired, I've been up all night because of the baby". I whine letting my thoughts come a live.

She looks me in the eyes checking if I'm really telling the truth. Her black eyes stare intently on my brown frame.

"Okay, but only for today, I'm not going back and forth with you," She argues and gets up, "now look after your child, I'm going out". She gives me the baby and head out.

Ok, maybe I shouldn't tell her I'm tired.

I trail behind her into her room with Kashief on my shoulder.  "Mom, where are you going? I can't look after him by myself" I panicked. It's true, my mom has been behind me the whole two and a half months and I'm more than greatful but she can't leave me with him.