A Face Only A Mother Could Love

It was fucking raining .

Here I was standing in the rain with my twistout ruined, completely drenched, head throbbing, and tired .

And there right across from me is a boy staring into my eyes expectantly as if my answer held all the solutions to his problems .

"M- Marshia?" he asked. His usual confidence wavers as the nervousness creeps through his voice and on his face .

"Look" I sighed .

" I don't have time for this shit " I huffed .

"But Marshia I-" he started.

"Go home Roger" I waved him off .

" What?" Confusion spread across his face like a wildfire .

I walked away tired, irritated, and moody .

How dare he not get my Sister, Sister reference?

I didn't slow, not even when he yelled my name, not even when the pain in my heart told me to stop. I couldn't be weak not even for a second .