Rock Your Body

Flashback

Warning⚠: This part may be disturbing to some viewers. Please skip this "flashback" chapter/go to the very end if you don't feel comfortable with content that may be disturbing or triggering. Next chapter will explain furthermore.

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Thank you.

-Aliyah💘

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Detroit, Michigan

8:50pm

October 16th, 2014

"OW! MY FUCKING TOOTH!!!" My mama moaned as she put a bag of ice over the left side of her mouth and continued whimpering. She has had this broken tooth bothering for almost two months now and refuses a dentist to help.

"The dollar store closes in ten minutes and I can't find my damn keys!!!" Mama always cried over the littlest things. I sighed.

"Mama, I can go run there real quick while you look for the keys. I don't mind. Trevor is there."

"No sweetie," My mama sighs. "Dad should be home soon..."

"Well it closes soon and I really need some glue and crayons for my project tomorow. Lindsey wants to do a creative project with me for our accelerated english class. I'll be right back with your tooth gel and cleaning wipes."

As you can see, my mom has a toothache from hell. She uses the dollar store brand of Oragel to numb it. It surprisingly works well for it's cheap price. Our kitchen was a mess as well, and we needed to clean it up before the owner of the apartment complex comes over for the monthly rent. We had to look like a stable family.

"I think I know where they are..." My mama completely ignored me and walked into Brianna's bedroom while she's sleeping.

"I have 9 minutes now." I warned myself, slipping my five dollar bill into my pocket and closed the apartment door behind me. I ran downstairs, opened the exit and started walking to the dollar store that was only a mile or so away.

It was a dark night. The cool breezes of Michigan gave me shivers down my spine. I'm surprised it feels like winter already in October, even though I should be well aware of our bipolar weather by now.

The streetlights were flickering on & off, and all I heard were some men talking behind an auto shop that was not too far from the dollar store. Most likely drug dealing since cops never came around this area. It's quiet by this dollar store and our family is here almost everyday. I walked into the store with a green basket and gathered the materials I need.

"Crayola or Crazy Art?" I asked myself, then decided on the Crayola ones. Plus I used Crazy Art last time anyway but Brianna broke them all.

"Mister...can you reach the Oragel for me?" A tall, bald, older white man with a pitch-black leather jacket that made him look tough was weirdly staring at me, and when I asked him, he came up and handed the tooth gel to me. I was so short for a 7th grader.

"Thank you sir-"

"Sweetheart, where are your parents?"

"Um...outside. They are waiting for me in the car..." I lied. Why did he care?