I really don't want to get up. It's not like I can because Denzel ol' strong ass won't let me go. I like when we're all asleep though. We feel peaceful. We look peaceful. Especially Jahseh ol' grumpy ass. I low-key think that nigga be summoning ghost and shit. Him and Stokeley. "Denzel?" "Hmm?" "Can you you move please?" *Picks his head up* " Nope" He says popping the p. This bitch. "Fine,fucking punk" I say under my breath. At this moment she knew....SHE FUCKED UP!
*Flips me on my back to were he's on top.* "What chu' say?" Well damn. "Noth-" "Don't fucking say you didn't say nothing." Is this Denzel or He who shall not be named. Little bit of both. Shut up. "I'm sorry" *Looks me in the eye* " That's what I thought." * Gets off of me.* "What are you doin today? Why does he care? Shut up. "Um, Therapy, Packing, and seeing Junius, why?" " Just asking." *Gets off the bed.* "Okay" I guess I should get dressed.
~3:30 pm~
"Denzel?" " Yeah." *He looks at me.* " You look nice." How come the boys always say nice and not pretty? Yeah, what the hell, they call other girls pretty! "Ja'Mya!" "What!?" *Stares at me* "Whatever, I gotta got to therapy, see you later. * Closes door.* Onward to therapy!
*Knock knock* "Dr.Aubrey?" (A/N Graham in a wheelchair?! DrAkEeE?!) " Ah, Ja'Mya, come in." *Opens door* "Have a seat." *Sits down on couch* Ja'Mya? Yes ma'am? I don't have a good feeling. About.? Dr.Aubrey. Calm down. " What's going on today?" "Nothing much." " You're leaving soon,correct?" "Yes sir." "You think you can handle being outside again?" "I don't know unless I try right?" "Alright, so today we're going to try something different." *Suspicions intensity* Punk ass. "Okay." "Today, your going to have fun." "Excuse me?" What the hell is wrong with this man? "Yep,there's no session, you're going to go pack and have fun." "Okay." *Gets off the couch and walks to the door.* "Bye, Dr. Aubrey." *Laughs*. "Good Bye Ja'Mya." *Closes door.*
~3:52 pm~
Are we going to go see Junius now? Yeah,why? Just asking. Yo' punk ass was scared of a therapist. Leave the alone. Crybaby. Shut up! My bad. Sorry. *Knock knock* "Junius?" " COME IN!" *Opens door.* " Whatchu doin in here lil girl?" *Sits on his bed* "Nothing,I just came to check on you, I can't come check on my cousin?" *Looks me up and down* "Yeah, whatever." "Did you finish packing?" I know he didn't, his disorders just start fucking up when he lies to me, like, his ADD, his tourette's,and schizophrenia. I think of his tourette's as a superpower more than a disorder, because he's really strong,so that mixed with tourette's would look like his arm starts to shake he might accidentally slap someone in the face. (A/N: Bars)
Especially when he's mad, goodness, please, don't bother him! "Y-y-yeah I finished-d packing." *Muscle spasm.* "No the hell you didn't finish packing,okay? I'll check on you later." " F-fine!" *Gets off his bed and leaves. ~4:19 pm~ *Gets back to my room.* I'm ready to lay back down. *Opens door.* ''Denzel?" *Silence* I guess he left.* Closes door." Probably. * Lays on bed.* Alrighty good night. Night.
(A nigga finna time skip a week cause nothing happened during this boring ass time skip. Cool? Cool.)
~August,7,2019 Wednesday~
"KNOCK KNOCK NIGGA, WAKE UP!" "Yeah,get yo old funky ass up, we out of this bitch!" "X and Zilla, get the fuck away from my door!" These niggas play too much! * Gets off of bed and opens door.* "Can I get dressed first?" "Please you look like a swamp monster."
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Shut the fuck up bitch, yo' Nick name is Zilla, you fucking sound like a swamp monster! Now fuck outta my doorway. Thanks." *Door slam.* My bad, my emotions are harder to control when I first wake up. I get up put my clothes on and put my hair in a bun.
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* I go open the door.* "Let's get the fuck out of here bruh!" Let's fucking go!Home sounds nice.
*Intercom system * "Jamell Demons, Ja'Mya Demons, Jahseh Onfroy, Stokeley Goulbourne, Symere Woods, Jordan Carter,Junius Rogers,Denzel Curry, Adam Dainels, Please come to the front for your release, I repeat, please come to the front for your release". Me being the civilized person I am, I normally walk down the hallway. From 4 DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS you could hear the boys RUNNING NO FUCKING BOOKING IT TO THE FRONT DESK. As we got to the front I stood next to Melly, I can't believe we're actually going home. 29 minutes pass while Jamell signs us out. The lady at the front desk says ," Now y'all don't get in to more trouble you hear me?" "Yes ma'am." We all say back ready to go. " We y'all get on out of here then!" She says with a smile on here face. * Melly picks me up into a hug* " Let's go baby sister, we outta here!" Finally some normality in my life.....I love it! Yay! Let's bounce!
