Never Giving You UP

Chapter 4

Summer was here before I even knew it. The last day of school was yesterday. People were crying, and some people looked like they didn’t want to be there. I wanted to cry, but only because some of my closest friends were never coming back. Courtney was originally from Africa, and she was moving back to Nigeria with her father, and she was never coming back. Jada might be transferring to another school because she didn’t like certain people that attended the school.

My other friend, Mable, was going to be homeschooled, and so was my male friend, Lucas. It seemed as if everybody was leaving me, but I still had my other friends. Jade wasn’t leaving me, and neither was my other best friend, Jasmine. I knew both of them since Kindergarten, but I didn’t have any classes with Jasmine.

The temperature was already scorching. You could tell because as soon as you opened the doors, it was a warm front that hit you right in your face. I rode the bus home, with Jasmine and my other friend Tianna. I was surprised when I gotten off the bus tears started to release from my eyes. I didn’t think I was going to cry this whole time, but it seemed to just happen.

I felt like I was in a dramatic movie. The clouds darkened, even though the sun was still out. Flowers looked like they were crying from my point of view. Everything seemed so sad in the best season in the world. On my way home, I wiped my tears away. My mom would usually be at work, but since it was a half of a day at my school, she was still at the house.

I waited until Camille gotten out of school and I called her cell phone.

“Can I come over?” I asked, nonchalantly.

“Actually, can I come over your house?” Camille asked, more as a statement than question.

“Sure, but why?” I asked suspiciously. She never showed an honest interest in attempting to go to my house, so her question took me off guard.

“I’m tired of being at my house; I get too irritated to deal with them.” She replied simply. I already know who she was referring to, so I didn’t ask any further questions, I was already satisfied with her response.

“I’ll ask my parents, just stay on the line.” I put the phone down before she responded, and walked in my parents’ room. A lot of my friends weren’t allowed to enter their parents’ room without permission, but I walked in normally and flopped on my mom’s bed.

“Yes?” She asked me, not turning away from the TV show she was looking at. I wanted to ask why I had to be asking something to be in the same room as her, but I didn’t have the patience. “Can Camille come over here?”

My mother looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, taking her attention off the show. “Change of plans?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head in agreement. “She’s on the phone now; I don’t want to keep her waiting, so can she?”

My mom hesitated for a moment, as if she was discussing it in her mind, and finally agreed. “Okay, make sure she brings some money.”

I stared at her, in bewilderment, trying to contemplate in my head what she needed to bring money for, but I walked out her room to pick up the phone. I was surprised to realize she was still on the phone, waiting patiently. I should already point out that being patient was something she had a lack in.

“She said make sure you bring some money,” I said, talking back in the phone again.

“How much money should I bring?” She asked me.

I paused. I didn’t think about asking my mom how much, but I figured it didn’t really matter. “About $20 should be enough, I guess.”

“Okay,” She replied. “See you in a few,” She hung up.