Chapter 3: Stan

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People go through life not knowing what love is
People go through life not showing what love is...

:6LACK

AMARAH

"Amarah if you play another damn prank on me! I will beat your ass little girl! Keep it up!"My mama shouted.

I ran downstairs and saw all her sitting in the pile of corn syrup on the floor. I busted out laughing. I usually played pranks on my family, because the shit was hilarious. When the twins were five, I decapitated all of their action figures, and I made it look like the elf did it. Last year I pranked Nala by throwing a replica of her signed Michael B Jordan shirt out of the window. A few weeks ago I got my daddy by doing the act up challenge, except without the music.

My family did not like me, but their humiliation was funny to me. It was one way we all kind of bonded in a way. We all had our own thing. The twins danced. Nala was an artist. Mama was the activist. Daddy was the peacemaker, and doctor. I was the troublemaker. Whenever I made trouble, Daddy jumped in made peace.

"You think this shit funny? Girl I just paid for this damn wig!"

"Mama it's a prank. Ya can pay fa ten million wigs if ya wanted."

"Andre! Come get your daughter cause I refuse-Jesus be my shield! I was not made for children God."

She threw her wig to the side, and stood up slowly. The corn syrup dripped from her clothes as she walked away. Before she turned the corner to leave, she pushed the mop in front of my feet.

"Clean this shit up Amarah."

"I love ya mama!"I whispered back.

She shot me a look and continued her way down the hall. I giggled and began to clean up the mess I had made. The twins sat on the couch watching me intensely.

"What y'all lil niglets want?"I asked as I mopped the floor quickly.

"We need money but Dad said no."

"That's not ma pro'lem."

"Well technically...you owe us Marah,"Phrey said deviously.

Danny pulled out his iPad from under his legs. He had a sharpened pencil to act as his pointer. Phrey cleared his throat.

"Here we goddamn go..."I thought to myself.

"July 27th..this video shows you going into our room."

I stared at the colorless footage, "Phrey I wash ya clothes. I can't teleport ya shitty drawers ta tha laundry room."

"Oh no Amarah, that's not what's in this video. Danny press play."

The video began to play. It showed me walking into their rooms. I went to grab their clothes, but I stopped in my steps. I saw a $10 laying on the dresser, so I picked it up.

"It's August 5th Phrey. If ya missed tha fuckin money that much, ya would've said somethin befa' now."

"If you don't give us our $10, we will be going to our parents. We ask for a reprimands, and sadness pay. You're total will come out to be $30."

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