THREE IS A FUCKING CROWD

[PRE - STORY ] MEETING ROSE !

Wednesday 6:35pm :
"Here you go gramma , you need anything else from me ?"
"Nawl gone head child"
After handing gramma the remote i go sit on the porch . It was 70 degrees and the wind was blowing . The weather was perfect. Perfect enough to just sit and think . I always liked to think about my life and all the bad and good things that happened. I always try to think of positive things to get me through the day .
Its been 9 days since my high school graduation. Im so proud of myself for getting it done . My gramma was so proud to see me walk . Even though my gpa was a good 2.2 thinking of the smile on her face as i walked across the stage made me smile . I loved her because she didn't judge me . Unlike my moma used too . She's been out my life for 3 years . She Lost her mind on all kinda drugs once daddy got killed in the streets . wouldn't know if she was alive or not but honestly I wouldn't care . Once you give up on your kids you become scum to me.
My dad used to sell drugs , we was living on 88th n cortney , with a broken down honda but a nice house .
My moma had always been mean to me . Whenever my dad would piss her off she would take it out on me . Yell at me and hit me for small things. But daddy didnt notice. Dad was rarely ever around to do anything about it . When i would see him he would be coming in just to go back out . Moma hated that shit , most of their arguments where about him being home more .
They went their seperate ways when moma found out he had a son out there she didnt know about . They had been together for 15 years. I was 13 years old at that time . Moma was so heart broken after finding that out. Sometimes i would accidentally walk in on her crying in her room . She would yell at me to go away . I wanted to take the pain away so bad .
He had gotten some half black half asian chick named tywana pregnant . They had a son named kyro , he was 1 years old by the time moma found out about him. I remember that day , she was too angry and sad to move.
I looked at dad. I looked in his eyes only to see right through him. He was heartless and even i could tell at the age of 13 he had no remorse for his wrongs . He had the "you only live once" mentality. He was shot and killed 2 weeks later after the day moma found out.
Is it bad that i didnt feel anything when he died ? Is it bad that i despised him for treated moma like shit ? Even after death??
Maybe if he was doing her right she would've been nice too me . Those 2 weeks after the day she found out about kyro was horrible for me . His death didn't really make things any better.
Moma was strong but she was falling apart .
She was so beautiful before the drugs. 5'8 , puerto rican , a little buff , with short slick hair and slanted eyes. She had anger problems that were out of anyone's control . She took her anger out on everybody . Yeah she was mean as a junk yard dog but did she deserve to be cheated on ? Treated wrong ? Left alone ? I hated my dad . It was his fault she abused me . It was his fault she turned to drugs . It was his fault for every goddamn thing .

Attending his funeral was hard . Moma was in shambles and crying her eyes out . I felt her pain . She was just crying over his betrayal and now he's dead before they could make things right . Before he could finally apologize and do right by moma . But it was too late .
The rage of a gunman named "shooter" was tired of daddy flipping him off on some money he owed . So he set him up . He was caught 3 days after they killed him. sentenced him to 25 years in prison later on . Daddy couldn't pay the money cause he wasn't making no sales , he started sniffing half the cocaine he was selling . Which explains the wild second life he lived outside of our home .
I stopped my thoughts for a second and realized that those positive thoughts had turned negative. The wind had gotten stronger and it seemed that the warm temperature was starting to drop . I go back in the house and see grandma had fallen asleep on the couch watching martin . I go and fry me some eggs and make some toast before going to bed . I had a job interview with with k-mart tomorrow at 11 am . Grandma was happy to hear that , she needed help with the bills. Her retirement wasn't covering barely anything and we soon could be heading to a shelter. The landlord was a nice old named terry . He loved gramma but he couldn't just let her stay for free. He has let gramma slide on the bills for 3 months , this time he couldn't do it. I had to think of something to come up with some cash soon .

Thursday 12:45 pm:
sitting on the air conditioned bus i think of how my interview went. I felt as if i did pretty well . But you never truly know with certain people. The nerdy 6'1 white guy looked at me and i swore he had lust in his eyes . Some of his questions weren't even professional. I let it slide for the simple fact that i needed the job. I wasn't really a fan of thirsty guys , guys willing to do anything for sex. Its pathetic.
He told me his name was mr.felcow and he would call me asap for the job . I hoped that was true .

I stepp out my thoughts to realize i was 3 stops past where i was supposed to get off.
"Shit." Is all i could say as i see im an extra four blocks down. i get off the bus .
As i walk back home im beyond irritated and ready to shower and nap .
I power walk right passed a group of girls on the bus stop and trip on my laces . I fell face first into the ground . Embarrassed as ever i reach to get up but sliped and fell again. One of the girls rush to help me up while i heard the others giggling on the low in the back ground. I started to get mad and check them but calmed down .
I thanked the girl for helping me instead.
"You okay ? these side walks and roads are shitty . Sorry that happened "
"Im fine , thanks ."
"You look familiar, you used to go to king vally academy "?
"Nah I graduated from st. Paul ."
"Awwww okay you look like this one girl that used to go to king"
"Awe....You live around here ? you may have seen me around or sum "
"I live at the end of the block right there."
"Oh okay , ur pretty .... and u seem nice .. like .. we could be friends ...."
She laughed at my awkwardness.
"Yeah we can be cool , im rose , and you? "
"im dream , nice to meet you rose."
We talked for a little while and noticed we had a lot of things in comon . She was friends with the girl named kya that attended our school . She killed her self over leaked nudes last year. Some boy named keef got mad that she moved on and well .. took matters into his own hands . She was my partner in chemistry class . A very beautiful girl too , i never understood the suicide thing . It means that you let all the people that hurt you win , but maybe thats just me . We Never even got to finish our project.
I looked to see that her bus was coming . We exchanged numbers to text . That was my first time ever making a friend like that. It felt good to know that there was still good people in the world . I expected rose to laugh at me and not help just like the other girls on the bus stop . But she was cut from different cloth , material i liked . I knew we would get along just fine .