mania; ski/x

one- welcome to broward

one- welcome to broward

Anniston was my hometown, my birthplace, a place I've grown to love...but I had to leave, considering my mother wanted nothing to do with my father who she was now divorced with. She moved to Broward county, which was the county I was currently living in. Fort Lauderdale. She always ran, she ran from her problems because that's the only thing she could do to keep herself sane whenever someone broke her heart. It wasn't the best option, but it was something that made her happy...and third one's a charm, am I right?

Despite that, my obnoxiously loud alarm clock went off,. Soon, my eyes were fluttering open, adjusting themselves to the light that burned through my bedroom window. It was Monday, my first day of school, which is what I dreaded. However, I sill found myself dressing into the clothes I had laid out, and left the house in a hurry.

I just wanted to get this day done with.

Walking to the high school was peaceful, though. I had my phone and headphones with me, playing an old hip-hop classic. However, once I was inside the building, it felt like as if I was in zoo. Several of adolescents scattered the hallways, trotting over some people as they rode their skateboards, or ran with their feet. They roared as if they were lions and acted as if they were monkeys...this was some crazy shit; delusional.

My locker was in the 200 wing, which wasn't that far from the entrance of the building, so I was there in no time. I did my combination lock, eventually opening my locker and putting my backpack in it. I took my binder out, closing my locker afterwards. Once I turned around I bumped into someone, causing them to drop all of there things.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I spoke, looking at them. It was boy, his skin was tan and his hair was everywhere. He wore a black sweatshirt, following along with a pair of denim jeans and converses for footwear. He looked...popular.

"It's ight, nigga...chill," he retorted, chuckling to himself.

I nervously smiled in response, helping him pick up his stuff. He looked up at me, slightly furrowing his brows in confusion, causing me to grow anxious.

"You look familiar," he said. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

I shook my head as I handed him a stack of papers.

"Wait, Jahseh?" he questioned, and my eyes widened.

Before I could reply, he pulled me into a tight hug, practically squeezing the death out of me. I hated hugs, even from my mother. They made me uncomfortable because it put me on the spot.

"Bro, I ain't seen you in ages!" he exclaimed.

He pulled away, and I examined his face closely. His smile was slowly fading away as I continued to stare at him with confusion written all over my face.

"You don't remember me?" he asked.

Then it hit me.

"Isaiah? What the fuck," I replied, taking a step back. "Bro, you look so different!"

He was an old friend from my elementary school in Anniston. We were great pals, actually...he was super talkative and enthusiastic. But, I don't know, maybe he changed.

That smiled reappeared on his face as he rubbed his chin, "Yeah, I look pretty fresh now nigga."

I laughed.

"Whatchu doing here, though?" he asked, and my smile fell.

"Family shit," I responded, scratching the back of my head.

"Oh, damn, sounds serious," he replied, raising his eyebrows a bit. "I won't question you, though...so don't worry bout that shit. But, welcome to Broward."