Impressions

New Days

"Get up,  it's 5 A.M and if you miss the bus that's yo ass." My mother was such a grumpy lady to be 29 years old. Yeah,  usually the young mother's are the coolest but nah not this woman. She was strict as hell and bipolar ass hell, that's not even a good mixture. You couldn't prove to her shit. She always accused me of doing some crazy things that I would never set my mind to do. There are times well I feel like a burden. The only answer is that she must really hate me.

Dolt mistaken me as an an only child,  I'm definitely not the only child. I have two other sisters by my mom, Tiffany and Joyce; and if they aren't evil I don't know what evil is. Tiffany being 16 , Joyce 8 and I myself 13 .It seemed as if they lived their life to punish me. Everyday I got called into my mother's room for some shit that I "supposedly" did.  After I continuesely tried to prove that I was innocent things would always end with a belt lashing across my back. I was truly innocent but I've learned that that's how life works.

I get up and look inside my closet for something to wear. It's the first day of 8th grade, I have to look decent. Even though I didn't keep communication with the people from here, I still knew of some of my old friends. In that case,  I cried my eyes out to convince my mother to put me in the same  school as my old friends. Who would've known that would be the worst shit I could have ever chosen to do.

I get up and iron my clothes. Im wearing some of my favorite skinny jeans with my new red cut off shirt.  I got these before I left Chicago. The mall was big as hell and the store I chose had the sexiest shit. Too sexy for a damn 8th grader to wear.

Before I left to catch the bus,  I glanced at myself in the mirror. Well damn. If my parents didn't do shit for me, they did make one beautiful creature. At the time, I was 5'3 with no breast at all. But that all came I'm place the right way because my ass  was just as nice.  I was a bit chubby but not just fat out this world. It was a good size for my age and height. My hair was beautiful being that my mother and father were mixed with different types of Cherokee.  I had beautiful curls and I always wore my hair down or either in a ponytail.

As the bus pulled up to the school,  I stepped out and noticed unfamiliar faces and of course I was unfamiliar as well. Before I could even walk into the school, some fat lady stopped me and questioned what I had on.

Lady: Where do you think you're going young lady?

She asked as I proceeded through.

Me:Lady can you move,  I'm trying to get through so I can get my schedule.

Lady: No ma'am I cannot,  you are violating the dress code. At this school we come to the school in a professional manner and by the looks of it, you're not following the rules.

Me: I wear what I want.

Lady: Cmon you're going to the office,  we're sending you home this is inappropriate.

I rolled my eyes as a follow her to the office. bitch..