"Solana, this isn't working out." My boyfriend Tre explained to me. I rolled my eyes and pushed my hair back behind my ear and just listened to him complain about the shit I be doing to him. "Your always complaining and bitching and I don't wanna hear that for the rest of my life with you." This nigga sounds sus as hell. Thats why I need a dark skinned. A real brother Not no mixed gay faggot that listens to drake when he's in his damn feelings. Ew.
"Your such a damn clown, Tre. I don't need your ass anyways! I can do fine by myself." I replied smiling. "You need help, man. Your damn additude gonna keep pushing away niggas that apreciate your stubborn ass. Thats why you never gonna get any dick!" He yelled, then he pushed passed me, opened the car of the passenger seat door, and threw my purse out on the street with all my stuff falling out on the ground. "BITCH!" He yelled,then he drove off, leaving me alone in the middle of the street.
I scoffed, and picked up my makeup, my wallet, and my iPhone 5s now broken, and I put them back into my purse. Don't worry, I'm used to being called a bitch by all the boyfriends I had. Five to be exact, and I'm only in the 12th grade. I guess you can say I'm pretty attractive. I mean, I have a nice shape, and my hair is long enough to reach my ass if it was straight, I have cocoa brown skin, and I got freckles, but there's just one thing wrong with me.My anger issues.
Thats why I never keep a relationship as long as three months, because I act like a bitch. A crazy one to be exact. My friend always told me that I needed help and I thought she was joking, but she was serious. Now here I am stuck in the middle of the street with no one to call because my phone is broken. Oh well I don't live that far away.
I picked my purse up, and I headed towards home. When I got there, I smelled some food cooking, and heard my dad talking about his religion which is Islam. But my mother is a Christian. But I'm neither. I don't do religion.
"Solana Imani Rowe, why don't you have your hijab on?! You know how I feel about that. " He said and I rolled my eyes."It bothers me, daddy" I stated kissing him on the cheek.
I went into the kitchen, and I greeted my sweet mother with a tight hug, and a kiss. "How was your day, and why are you so late?" She asked in a calm voice. My mother was like a warm cup of milk before you go to bed, while my dad was like two shots of hard liquor.
"Um, Tre broke up with me and told me to walk home." I said, and my dad walked in the kitchen. "What?! he let you walk home?"
"Daddy, it wasn't a big deal. I didn't like him anyways."
I went upstairs, and went to my room and layed down looking at the ceiling. Do I really have anger issues? I really think that something is wrong with me.
The next day, was Saturday, and I woke up to the smell of coffee, and I heard my mom talking on the phone, and my dad saying his morning prayers. I went downstairs, and saw my little brother Hassan who was four years old, that had stayed the night at my grandparents house.
"Bebba!" I said grabbing him and giving him a big hug. And I gave him a big hug and smothered him with kisses.
"Solana, stop messing with him, and come get your breakfast! " I rolled my eyes, and got my breakfast, and went outside to eat in peace. I saw a moving truck, and saw a black lady with long hair, and she had two kids.
A little girl, and a teenage boy. Ooh, he was sexy. And he was a brother too.A dark skinned brother. Daddy would be so proud if I showed him my new imaginary boyfriend I just met two seconds ago.
He lived two houses down from me, and I can tell he was a handful. He kept on cursing at his mom, and hitting his sister. Poor little girl. I finished my porridge, and I went back into the house.
"Mommy, there's some new neighbors." I said putting my bowl in the sink. "I know. Me and your dad met them yesterday. She has a little girl, and a son named Tyler. So thats was his name...Tyler my future boyfriend. Hope he don't think I have anger issues.
On monday, I really didn't wanna go to school,or dress up presentable,so I just threw on a white t-shirt and some sweatpants,with my beaten
up converse,and my poofy hair in a bun.
When I came in the class, I noticed somebody was in my seat. Don't get angry,just ask politely. I went over to the boy and said "Excuse me, your in my seat. Can you move?" I said impatiently,as I heard my teacher ask to open our books.
He just looked at me. It was that Tyler kid that lived down the street from me. His eyes are so gorgeous. "No, I was here first. Get a new seat then." He spat. Oh hell no. He got me fucked up,down,sideways,horizontal,vertical,and criss-crossed! I said in my mind.
I slammed my foot on the ground. "NIGGA,GET THE FUCK UP NOW,BEFORE I PUNCH YO BITCH ASS IN THE FACE!!" I said.
The whole class looked at me in amazement. Oops. He got up,and just snickered at me. "Crazy Bitch." Then he moved to another desk which was across from me. I stood therre with my mouth open,and I saw my teacher right in front of me. She gave me a referal and sent me to the office. Great. What a first time impression.
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Anger Issues
Novela JuvenilA girl named Solana, has a severe case of Chronic Anger. She has been dumped multiple times because of it. But she meets a boy that lives down the street from her, and he thinks he can change her mind for being so angry all the time... Will he?
