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This one's a lot more childish than the others. Not proud of it but you can read it lol.
-JustAnotherTem
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Shameka stalked into her classroom, already in a bad mood. It was so cold outside, and the temperature didn't change inside either. Shameka was sure it was warmer outside. She walked up to the desk and slid into the cold, dull blue plastic chair. Other kids chattered away but she sat in silence, tired and slightly sick. The blaring white lights that bounced off the whiteboard didn't help at all and Shameka had put her head down to escape being blind. She rested her head on her arms, stared into the scarred desk and tried to drown out the rest of the class that was only getting louder. She sighed when it didn't work and lifted her head up, inhaling the scent of lavender that was drifting from the fragrance incense sticks that were put on the teacher's desk.
Toni plopped down next to her and smiled, her brown eyes full of understanding. But Toni being Toni didn't mind and talked Shameka's ears off about how she had gotten a new bike from her saved up money. Shameka was more interested in the scars on her hands. She observed how strange the pink, healing skin was against the brown of her natural tone. She soon lost interest and just played with her black, silky hair.
Toni was still talking about her new bike, describing how cool it looked. Everyone seemed to be chatting about whatever they had bought over the weekend, and Shameka was sat there listening sadly. She was probably the only fifteen-year-old that didn't get an allowance. She felt a pang in her and thought about how she wanted new stuff. She would have to ask her father when she got home.
When asked what Shameka's allowance was, Shameka muttered out that she didn't get an allowance. They stared at her in disbelief and then a kid started laughing, soon enough most of the class seemed to be snickering at Shameka. She felt her blood boil and snapped her head to the whiteboard, her hard-set eyes pricking tears at the corners. The laughter died down, but she still didn't make eye contact with anyone.
When she got home she immediately went up to her dad to ask about an allowance. However, the bad mood carried through to her voice and it made her seem almost aggressive. Her father stared at her in surprise and snapped back. Her father's voice echoed through the house and so did Shameka's as they yelled at each other.
Shameka felt tears roll down her cheeks and her throat tightened up, which made it near impossible to breathe, let alone form words. She sat down in defeat and sobbed into her hands. Her father went silent for a bit and then they both came to an agreement. Ten dollars a week, after it was confirmed by her mother of course.
A couple of days passed and Shameka's dad ceremoniously presented her the money. Shameka's face lit up with an award-winning grin as her father gave her twenty dollars instead of the promised ten. Her dad had obviously done some persuading. She took the money and started to jump around, happy that she had finally been given an allowance. She immediately ran to her room, screaming a million "thank-you's" before texting her friends with glee.
