Despite All Obstacles Part V

Recovery

WARNING: BLURRED LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE

Saturday, September 29th. That morning.

Momma drove us back to Inglewood for bible study before 9AM. I was so happy to return to my real home.

That afternoon.

After that, we shopped at Inglewood Galleria for mother-and-daughter bonding. We went to Nail Trix, our favorite nail salon for pedicures, manicures and nail polishing. Then, we went to Bath & Body Works to buy scented body wash and candles. I ate my first gelato from Rita's, and it tasted so good. I wanted momma to meet 'Sunni in Forever 21.

"I used to work here part-time between high school and college!" Momma happily told me. I smiled about how cool that is.

'Sunni was there at that time and we said hi and talked. Then, we went to the movies behind the mall to watch Madea and laughed our butts off.

That evening.

Later, we went to gramma's house and all three of us videochatted with KiKi and Sisi. After meeting gramma, we went to Taco Bell in Anchor Village for dinner, which's near momma's old high school, and introduced Krysty to momma. It was great being back home, with the rest of my family and old friends.

Until I returned to Pasadena, the devil's world........, but with only three angels.

Sunday, September 30th. (Yesterday)

The same old thing. Sunday school in the morning and then adult service for the rest of the afternoon.......

Monday, October 1st

Now: This morning.

Another Day A.

Lunch A's over. As I exit and Shortcake enters the cafeteria, we happily say hi to each other while walking with our own peeps. I walk Chastity to advisory.

"See you, girl! Don't forget to send me a friend request on Facebook," she excitedly tells me and enters advisory.

"Oh, I won't," I lie and walk away, sighing outta annoyance. What I really meant was "I won't.... send you a friend request". I'm not tryna to be mean. If she wanted me to send her a friend request, why can't she send me a friend request? It's that simple. Even a baby can do it.

As I'm abouta head to advisory myself, I see Patt watching me walk. He's alone, leaning on the green lockers, with his hands in his favorite blue hoodie, and wearing a low ponytail. He has no expression on his face. I guess he's still mad, so I continue walking.

"Barbara," he calls me. I turn around. He gestures me to come here, so I get to him.

"Come walk with me," he orders me once I got to him. We walk together. I'm mostly following him. I don't know where we're going.

We stop at the boys' room, and he holds the door open.

"Go in," he orders me. Why does he want me to?

"Why?" I ask him, a little confused.

"Just go in," he orders me again, but sternly. So, I do. I step inside the boys' room, for the first time in my life. I've seen other girls try to sneak into the boys' room before, and actually did it. It happened in middle school on the third floor. The boys were cursing at the girls to get out, and the girls were laughing while running back out. I think this's the time I regret judging them.