Lauren Jones
"Lauren baby wake up we're gonna visit dad today" my mom said peeking through my door.
I heard that and jumped up. I loved visiting my dad he's been locked up for 2 years and 3 months. He got locked up on robbery charges. He didn't take anything but he was their driver so he went down with everyone.
Today was one of the days we visit him.
I went to my bathroom and took a quick shower and put on a sweater, black leggings, and some chestnut uggs. I slicked my poofy hair back into a ponytail and let my edges do whatever. I put some lip gloss on and looked at my clear skin in the mirror.
I walked down stairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch with her phone in her hand. I admired her beauty she had dark chocolate skin that was flawless and short curly hair.
"You ready pumpkin" she asked smiling at me.
"Yes ma'am let me grab a snack" I said grabbing a blueberry pop tart.
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We were pulling into the jail parking lot and got out walking into the jail. It wasn't that many people here since it was fall break I guess people had better things to do.
We went to the desk and asked for my dad.
"Hello i'm here to see my husband, Donnie Jones,"my mom said with her proper voice.
"Right this way ma'am," the chubby officer said leading us to the visiting area.
I saw my dad in a jumpsuit I should be used to seeing him like this but I just can't. He walked out when he saw us he smiled a happy smile.
"Aww look at my two heartbeats" he said starting up a conversation.
We talking for about 15 minutes until his time was up.
Walking out of the jail I guess my mom sensed my attitude.
"Its gonna be okay Lauren, were trying our best to get him out as soon as possible," she said rubbing my back.
"I just want him to be here for my 18th birthday," I said a little above a whisper.
"I know baby, I know"
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Back home it was nothing to do it was fall break so I decided to write. I started writing when my da got taken to jail. I had so many emotions built up inside so I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote it down.
After I got bored of writing I got up and changed my clothes into a athletic shirt, some yoga pants, and some running shoes.
I went to my moms room to see what she was doing.
She was laid in her bed watching Real Housewives of Atlanta.
"I swear this is all you do," I said to her laughing.
"I am grown miss lady, and you finna go running," she said sitting up.
"Yea I got bored"
"You need to make some friends, I be out more than you and your supposed to be the teen," she said laughing.
"Friends bring problems that I don't need, and why do I need friends when I have you," I said.
"That's right baby we raised you right," she said referring to my dad.
"Okay I'm leaving now," I said grabbing a water.
I walked into the breezy weather breathing in the fresh air. Starting to walk to the park were the trail was I put my headphones in and shuffled my playlist.
Avery Grant
I sat in silence as my case worker stared at me.
"Man is you gone stare at me or ask me what happened," I said getting irritated.
"Why Avery, why do act like this you don't have many places to go, nobody wants a 17 year old with a record," he stressed looking at me.
"I don't really give a fuck I'm finna be grown as hell anyway"
"Anger wont help your situation Avery, just calm down"
"Stop tellin' me to calm down, I am very calm"
"Okay Avery can you tell me what happened tonight so I can write it down"
"Ight so I had just got out the shower and one of Ms.Berry daughters was trnna get wit a nigga so you know me I wasn't finna turn down no free pussy, moral of the story lock yo door when you fuckin," I said as he looked at me furious.
He just got up and left, a couple minutes later he came back in and told me they found somewhere for me to go.
I got up and went to his car. I was really tired of this back and forth I just wish my parents would get they shit together, shit been like this fa 2 years since my pops went to jail. He was the only person I had so when he left I went into the system.
Pulling up to this nice ass house I got out and went in with my bag of clothes I had.
Let's see how this house goes.
