This story is about 16 year old Kentrell Gaulden and 15 year old Javen Scott. Both recently moved to Atlanta, Georgia due to personal problems. They meet at school and become best friends along with some of Kentrell's fellow friends from where he pr...
November 22, 2015 3:45 p.m Atlanta, Georgia Javen Khari Scott
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I was at Kentrell's house sitting on the couch waiting for him to get back from school. I didn't know what was wrong with him but he still won't talk to me, only people he talks to are the boys. I've tried to ask them what's wrong with him and they won't say anything to me. It was getting really frustrating.
I was worried, he was starting to stop doing a lot of things. Like eating, drinking things, coming out his room, going to school and a lot more.
I wish he would talk to me, maybe I could talk to him about whatever was wrong. Help him in some way.
"Skylar." She looked at me.
"Do you happen to know what's wrong with Trell? Has he said anything to you?" I asked and she was hesitant before shaking her head. I huffed crossing my arms.
"Why do y'all have to lie to me?" I asked.
"Look he asked us not to say anything. As his friends we're just respecting his wishes, he'll talk to you when he's ready. I know he will." She said and then the door opened.
I smiled when Kentrell came in. I was going to get up to give him a hug but Skylar stopped me.
He dropped his book bag going upstairs to his room. Hearing his door slam I sighed.
"Skylar can you please tell me what's wrong?" I asked and she shook her head. I huffed getting up brushing past her.
"No Javen just leave hi-"
"No!" I yelled before running upstairs. I was going to open his door but it was lock.
"Kentrell, open this damn door. You got me worried." I said banging on it and it swung open.
"What?"
"What's wrong?" I asked and he shook his head.
"Nothing, go home." He said trying to close the door put I pushed it open with my hand.
"What is your problem?" I asked going in and he mumbled something.
"What?"
"Nothing! Leave my fucking house!" He yelled and I looked down.
"No......the fuck." I said.
"Huh?"
"You obviously heard what I said. You been acting like this for the past week or so, it's frustrating me. Kentrell if something is wrong you need to tell me, maybe I can help." I said and he ignored me.
"Kentrell-"
"What?....." He asked seeming like he was getting annoyed. I shook my head leaning against his door as he sat on his bed. I watched him just sit there shaking. He didn't look healthy at all, you could tell he was losing a lot of weight.
