13 year old Nikole moves back to her home town in Tuscaloosa Alabama after being kicked out of her house in Georgia. She's on a mission to find her gramma but along the way she runs into an old friend 😌
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If I've been counting right, its been almost 3 days since I've been walking. I'm going to Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I've got nowhere else to go. My parents kicked me out for reasons I don't even want to think about. But they weren't wrong in doing so. I would have kicked me out too but I wish that they would have given me time... to apologize and make things right.
Almost my entire family lives in Alabama. Everyone. Both my grammas, my cousins, aunts uncles ... everybody. And though my large family dwells in such a small town, there is only one person that I actually know how to find because she is the first person I go see every time I visit. My grandma on my dad's side. I'm gonna find her. She's my favoritIST person in the universe. For 3 days I had been living off of $30 that I made by selling my leather jacket to some nut job who thought they needed it even though it's getting close to the end of July. I have $10 left and yesterday I hit the state line. I'm hungry as a mf so when a race track finally came into view up the road... ofc I was gonna stop there and spend the rest of my money. I won't need it after this anyway. I'm already in t-town and I know where I am and how to get to gramma now. After I find her I'll never have to worry abt what I'm gonna eat again. I walk into the gas station and go str8 for the bathrooms first. It smelled like cheap paper towels and hand soap in there. When I looked into the mirror I almost didn't even recognize myself. The last time I stopped I had braided my hair up to make it stay out of my face when the wind blew. Now the braids were sloppy and falling apart. Stray hairs were everywhere and my light brown skin looked much darker due to the dirt that clung to it. I sigh and start to wash my hands and arms in the sink with that cheap smelling soap. Then I splash water on my face and wipe it down with a paper towel until the right color came back to it. After that I take down my hair and brush my fingers through it. My hair is long and stops at my butt and it's really annoying to work with especially when it's tangled. That took me abt 5 minutes before I accomplished the desired style. All I did was put it up in a high ponytail. It was cute. So then I went into a stall with my 2 bags I been carrying and changed out of my clothes into some new ones. I remember when I was 7 my dad taught me a trick he learned in the army for folding clothes. It makes your clothes look like tiny burritos and saves up a lot of space. I was literally able to fit a week and a half's worth of clothes into one book-bag. I sigh. I miss my dad. I wonder if he misses me at all . . . Probably not. In the other bag I have stuff that I just couldn't leave behind like journals and books and stuffed animals. A part of me still can't believe that my parents actually sent me away and that I even survived walking from Georgia to Alabama. Idk I'm kinda proud of myself but on the other hand... u get it. I change into . . .
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Then I went back out and brushed my teeth. One more look in the mirror. You couldn't even tell that I had been walking for days with no sleep. I looked like a normal 13 year old living a normal 13 year old life. Looks really can deceive you. I leave the bathroom and go into the store , walking around looking for sum that cost less than $10 and keep me through the day. I grabbed a bag of takis, skittles and some gold peak green tea. Probably not healthy or going to get me through the day but it was within my $10 budget and it's what I wanted sooo... Just before I could make it to the counter, I bumped into someone ofc. All my shit fell to the floor. I quickly bend over to pick it up and without looking at the person I say "oh sorry"
"Nah my bad shorty" he says over me . . .
His voice ... was so familiar. I feel like I know it but I can't remember. When I got all my stuff he reached out a hand to help me up. When I saw him a blaze of shock went through me and I think the same thing happened with him lol " Yo, Pocahontas?!" He says very surprised. If I hadn't figurced it out already I did just then. Pocahontas is not my name but there's only one person that ever called me that because of my long hair. He was a fine soft chocolate. Only a lil darker than me and had the cutest smile. A nice fade that could only look cute on him. Tall. Way taller than me at least. It was Christian. Austin's brother.
