Unfair Trials

Chapter 2

I was awaken by a bucket of water being thrown on me. It was cold, it took me time to register what had just happened.

"Get up, you have school."

My mom stood over me with a disgusted look.

"Go bathe and stay out of my sight," she said.

I waited for her to leave before I made any move moment to go upstairs. I listened to the floor boards squeak and I could tell she was in the living room. I quietly made my way up to my room and grabbed a black bra, underwear, black T-shirt and my Army fatigued skinny jeans. I stared at the picture on my nightstand of me and my grandma.

"Keep your head up O'Mara Child. You are great and you are not what others say of you."

My grandmother used to say that to me all the time. I blew a kiss to our picture and made my way towards the bathroom. I twisted the knob but it was locked. I knocked and waited.

"What?" yelled his husky voice.

Just the sound of it made chills run down my spine. Then he opened the door.

"Oh, its you O'Mara" he said smiling.

I looked at him with a blank expression. He stepped towards me and I stepped back. He laughed at my response.

"You know I heard you give one hell of a blow job," he said.

I pushed past him and closed the door.

"You know you really are one big ass mistake,right? I told your mom to abort you when she told me she was pregnant. Glad you aren't my child."

I know grandma told me not to say I hate him but I really do dislike Tyquan. He makes everything about my life 2x's as bad. He's a drug dealer and has about twelve kids. Its no joke literally twelve kids.

I locked the door and turned on the shower. I stepped into the shower and felt my body rejoice with each pang of water against my skin. Sleeping on cement is not a comfortable experience and my body ached.

I lathered quickly and got out just as the water turned cold. I dried and dressed quickly and as I suspected my demonic sibling was standing outside the door expecting me to scream from the cold water.

"Not this time bitch," I mumbled as I walked past her to my room.

"That's why mommy said you're a mistake," Nicole said and ran off.

I sighed and went to my dresser and pulled on some socks. I put on my converse and grabbed my backpack and went downstairs and out the back door.

I checked the time, 6:15a.m. it was a forty five minute walk,so I put in my ear buds and began to walk to school. Our car rode past me at 6:30 a.m. and Nicole flicked me off as they passed.

The school was coming into view and then I remembered they'd said I'd gave that guy a blow job. I don't even remember what he looks like to be honest. So I wonder what today had in store for me.

I walked up the stairs and prayed the door was unlocked and it was. I remembered the way to homeroom considering that was the only class I'd made it to.

I walked into the class and it was abandoned so I went to the desk in the back of the room looking to avoid drama with the wicked bitches of the west. I began to wonder why out of all the tables in the class room there was a desk. One single desk. She must have known I was coming.

I pulled out my poetry journal and began to write:

Life Raft

I'm easily broken
You'll never know
When I'm silently choking
On the dreams that seem
To be to far from my reach
I start doing well
Then something or someone
Curses me with a spell
Then I'm sent back
Knocked down
Seems as though I should
Become one with the ground
The feeling I'm all too familiar with
Them looking down their noses
Judging me
Declaring me worthless

I felt someone behind me and to my surprise it was Ms. Perry. I pulled out my ear buds and looked at her.

"Good morning," I said. "Good morning O'Mara," Ms. Perry said. "It's kind of early, why are you here?" "I walk to school," "Where do you live?" "Halo Drive." "That's a long walk here." I half smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. "

Ms. Perry didn't smile at that though. She had a serious look on her face which made my attempt at a smile fade.

"O'Mara, you left something here yesterday... You know when you ran out,"she said.

I faltered my gaze I couldn't look her in the eyes as I saw that look of disapproval on her face again.

"O'Mara, look at me," Ms. Perry demanded.

I looked at her, this time I really looked at her. She was light skinned, short, her dreads were long and curled, but what really had me were her eyes. They were the same shade of brown as my grandma's were and within them was a genuine look of concern.

"I read what you wrote, is there anything you want to talk about?" Ms. Perry asked.

Yes! My mind screamed.

"No," I said.

Last time I tried to talk to someone about my home life they ran back to my mom. They twisted my words and told her I was suicidal. I practically became an inhabitant of the basement. She made me kneel on rice from sun up to sun down and she beat me. I still have the scars to show. Grandma came to get me when she found out. She tried to reason with my dad too, but that was a lost cause. I lived with grandma up until the day she died. In fact it was me who found her.

Sunday, October 5
"O'Mara Child, go get in the car and get my bible and pocketbook . I gotta go take a dump" grandma said. "Lol grandma you have to take a dump," I laughed at my grandma's use of words.

I went to the car and waited with my auntie. After thirty minutes of waiting my aunt sent me I'm the house.

"Grandma, come on we're going to be late for Sunday school," I said.

I didn't get a reply...
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"O'Mara," Ms. Perry called.

I looked at her blankly.

"Why are you crying," she asked. I touched my face unaware that I'd began to shed tears. "I lost my grandma... A month ago, she was the only person who really understood me." I said.

Ms. Perry offered me tissue and asked , "Your mom's mom or dad's?" "Dad's," I replied. "So you don't have connections with your dad?" "None." "And your mom?" "Um..."

The first bell rung signaling it time for the students to enter the school. Saved by the bell I thought. Ms. Perry patted my hand and told me to move to the seat closet to the front and her desk. I hadn't noticed the papers on the tables with names and assignments on them.

I was partnered with someone named Kameron. I hoped it wasn't an athlete because then I'd have to do all of the work and he'd probably be lazy and just talk to the likes of the wicked bitches of the west.