My idea

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"I have an idea" I say jumping up from my seat.

"Sweetheart you need a brain to have ideas" Kate says

"Gurl, listen up. You may be my sister, but if you are mean to my favorite sista then you are going to get some" cal said.

"What's your idea" Alan asks.

"Well since I hate Blondy, Kate, and Jason. I thought maybe just maybe I could move in with you, cal"

Cal smiles.

"I love that idea!"

"Wait. Why do you hate Jason?" Alan asks.

"I caught Jason kissing Sylvia" I say not looking into their eyes.

"I knew it was gonna happen" Kate says.

"Hey Kate? Shut up for once" Alan says

"No way. Not gonna happen. I have custody of you. He does not. You will stay with me until you turn 18" Blondy says holdings up the custody papers.

"That's too bad. Because I'm gonna sue you for custody. From what Abbie and told me, you are not a suitable parent." Cal says gesturing for me to go pack my bags.

"You ain't got nothing on me!" Blondy and Kate say.

Cal holds up a picture of my old bedroom and the clothes she gave me. "Also, I have several reports of the fact that you leave these kids alone, for weeks and days at a time"

Blondy widens her mouth.

I grab the a bag of my stuff, all my clothes, my important stuff, my school stuff, my phone.

I run downstairs. My bag hitting every step and making a large sound.

I hug Alan, "take care of yourself, for me" I whisper in his ear.

Kate hugs me. I step back surprised. "I hope you get hit by a car on the way over there" Classic Kate.

Jason walks toward me to hug me. I just pick up my bag and walk out the door.

I get in Cal's car. It's an off white Cadillac. We drive in silence, until I finally speak up.

"Thank you" I say.

"anything for my.." He was going to finish the sentence, but I finished it for him.

"Sista!" I say. We both laugh.

Right now, my life is ok. It hasn't been ok in a while.

I breath a sign of release.

I'm not living with Kate or Blondy anymore.

I don't have to deal with Jason.

I can forgive Sylvia, I don't know Sylvia.

The more I think the deeper into thought I get.

I look up and see a red car hurling toward us.

I shield my face just as the window smashes and our car flips on it's back.

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