Beauty's Not Everything - But Sometime's It Helps (Originally Called

Chapter 5

"Cheerios or Crunchy Nut?" I shrugged my shoulders for the um-teenth time.

"Its not that hard!" he slammed his head down on the kitchen counter.

"I dont know which one..." my gaze fell from the first cereal to the other. He made a noise with his mouth.

"you know what yeah..." he sat up and mixed the two cereals together in a bowl, added milk and slammed it in front of me.

"Eat." he leaned his head against the wall and stared me in the face.

"Why do you always make that noise with your mouth?" I asked. What I needed now was to find the perfect distraction so i wouldnt have to eat THAT.

"Huh? What noise?" he made a face.

"This" I tried to mimic the sound but it failed and a small slurping sound fell from my lips. His face twisted into an unplesant picture.He threw himself off his chair and hit the kitchen floor.

"Dwayne?" I peered down at him laying there and began to get worried. Out of nowhere, an erruption of laughter left his medium-built body, his silky and undamaged - but strong & protective - hands slapped the marble tiles again and again. His loud girl-like shrieks could be heard oceans away; i was beginning to think something wrong. After a minute or so he slowly dragged himself up using the chair, the sat back down.

"Bless... You.." He managed to say between laughs. I stared at him with a blank expression. What does he mean by that?

"Why aint you eating?" he suddenly straightened his face and all trace of happiness had left and gone out the door.

"I don't like semi-skimmed milk-" I lied. "- and anyway Im going to be late" I slid off my chair and attempted to leave the room without him making a big deal out of it.

"Roshawna maaaaan. Why dont like eating? I haven't seen you eat since you've been here"

"I have eaten here. And I do like eating... Im just late for school" i reached out and touched the door handle.

"A lie ya'ah tell-" urgh I hate this part... He 'attempts' to talk patois just so it will 'soak into my small brain'. "I aint even gunna start. Just go, and come back early... We need to talk" I nodded reluctantly and went out into the hallway where my brand new 'clarks' lay waiting for me. I pushed my feet into them, grabbed my bag and left.

*

"Good morning miss" I closed the classroom door behind and flung my bag over to my table. I stopped for a minute. Did I just... my bag? Something must definatly be wrong - I would never do that. She flinched as the bag bounced off the wall and hit the table.

"Roshawna! -" thinking she was going to give me a lecture about 'throwing things' I hung my head.

"- Where've you been for the past week! The librarys been in a shambles since you decided not to attend school!" Miss Yastinse stared at me in awe.

"Oh... Sorry. I-I was just having some problems at home - but everything's sorted now" I cracked open a window then walked over to the familiar place I'd like to call my sanctuary - the bookcase.

"Well I hope everything's alright. I've just got a meeting to go to; won't be long" I spun round.

"Wait, what about form? Who's going to take it?"

"Its only 7:20am, I'll be be back before then" She smiled, gathered a few papers then left me in the classroom. As I faced the shelves again, I felt a weird sense of Deja Vu come across me. It increased a million times when the door re-opened and slapped me in the back. I groaned in pain.