Tazanna
My life is a hot mess. It's literally horrible, and it changed. Not in a good way, but in the worse way. I have flashbacks and dreams about my past, I always regret that day. What day? Well I'll get to that part later on. But let me introduce myself. I'm Tazanna Riley Jones. A 17 year old girl who isn't very social. I don't even talk that much at home. I live with my step father who I hated ever since I was little. I'll tell you why I hate him later. It's summer and I'm out of school. I really don't have friends, well except for one, but we barely talk anymore since he moved to California.
"Tazanna get your ass down here!"
I hate the way he talks to me. He talks to me and treats me like a nobody off the streets. He doesn't abuse me physically, but he does verbally.
"Why didn't you put the dishes up like I asked you to do this morning? I have friends coming over and I need you to clean this house up, even my room."
I'm not finna argue with him. I tried so many times, but unfortunately he always wins. I headed to the kitchen to put the dishes up, but then the doorbell rung. I continued to put the dishes up while my dad's friends walked in, of course all guys. I heard them talking and my step dad called me over. I sighed then walked over.
"Take a break, but when they leave back to work"
I nodded then went upstairs. I sat on my bed and called my best friend Jahseh, but unfortunately he didn't answer, like always he never answered, so I decided to text him because I was kinda sick and tired of not having anyone to talk to too.
Me
JAHSEH DAWAYN RICARDO ONFROY ANSWER THE DANG ON PHONE!!
sent 11:09 pm
Me
Pweaseeeee......I need someone to talk to 😫😫😫
Sent 11:10 pm
I just gave up because there was no hope. I guess I officially have no friends since the only one I had is ignoring me. I just laid back and turned on my TV. Real housewives of Atlanta was on. I hate that show, there's nothing but drama, drama, drama. So I kept turning until I saw SpongeBob. I left it on there because I love SpongeBob.
My step father and his so called friends were down stairs arguing and it was pretty loud too. I took this opportunity to pack my stuff, so in case someone starts shooting I can climb out of the bathroom window. I packed lots of shirts, pants, underclothes, shoes, hair scrunchies, brush, comb, soap, wash cloth, deodorant and some other things. That's when things got quite downstairs, I'm guessing they stopped arguing. I opened the door quietly and stook my head out but then I heard a
POW POW POW
I closed the door really fast then grabbed my things and turned off all of the lights. I opened the bathroom window and jumped out with my things, I kept running untill I couldn't see the house anymore. I slowed down to catch my breath. Good thing I have my wallet and my phone charger. I took out my phone to call my grandma who lived in California.
"Hello"
"Hey Grams"
"Hey sweetheart, how are you?"
"I'm okay. Need a place to stay"
"What's going on at home?"
"Well my step dad treats me like crap and someone started shooting there so I climbed out the window, but I don't know where to go."
"Well since I live a long way from where you are you can live with your aunt. She doesn't live to far from y'all."
"Okay, thanks Grandma"
" No problem anything for my favorite granddaughter...... don't tell Aliza"
"Okay I won't"
She hung up then I walked to the gas station. Since my cousin Stokeley is here for the summer I'mma call him to come pick me up.
"Wassup cuz"
"Hey can you pick me up from the gas station by my house?"
"On my way"
I hung up then just sat on the bench waiting for Stokes.
Hope you enjoyed, on to chapter 2
