Run

Tell me something...

Briana

A week later...

I gazed at myself through the bathroom mirror as I finished flat ironing my blond hair. I turned them off and set them aside as I slightly turned my head, making sure I was satisfied with the outcome and that, I was. I opened the bathroom door and headed back to my bedroom. I sat down on my unkempt bed and bent down to put my sandals on. I strapped them and stood to my feet. I grabbed my purse and cell from the dresser. I went through my contacts and once I came across the contact I wanted, I pressed call. I slid the phone to my ear as I awaited for an answer.

"Hello", I heard him speak into the phone.

"Hey Devin, were you still picking me up from here or should I head to school and you pick me up from there, what should I do?", I spoke into the phone as I let my weight shift to my left side.

"I got some business to handle right now, I'll pick you up from school around ya lunch hour.", he said.

I ran my fingers through my hair before speaking. "What you got going on that I have to wait that long?", I queried. "I'm not trying to be in school all day", I said followed by a sigh.

"Don't worry about it and shit, if you not tryin to be there then stay home and I'll get you from there when I'm done." he carried on.

"My mother is here and she's not going to let me stay home", I said becoming even more frustrated.

"Look man, I'll be at ya school when I get there.", he said before hanging up in my face.

"Stupid ass", I said due to him hanging up on me. I tossed my phone into my purse as anger brewed inside my body.

What could he possibly have going on that I'd have to wait half the day for him to pick me up? I wasn't trying to sit up in anyone's classroom today. I made my way out of my room and headed downstairs. I opened the front door and walked outside. I made my way down the stairs of the porch and walked along the walkway before getting on the main sidewalk. It was a bit chilly this morning but nonetheless, the weather was nice. I heard the chatter of small children on the opposite corner from the one I was walking to, awaiting for their school bus.

After walking to the next block, I saw a few of my peers whom lived in the area board the bus. I sped up my walking and boarded the bus along with everyone else. My eyes roamed across the faces of those that were already seated.

I made my way towards the back of the bus before finding a seat which I wanted to sit. As the people amongst me caused an uproar of morning chatter, I tried to get comfortable in the cold seat. I sighed, not even wanting to deal with any of this, this morning. I scooted towards the window and placed my purse on the other side, not wanting anyone to sit beside me. I leaned towards the finger printed window as I gazed out of it, trying to tune out those amongst me. I was very irritable at this point.

As I gazed at the traffic we were riding past, I began hearing hooping and hollering from females. Once I placed my attention on what was going on, a girl swung on the other and the rest was history. I palmed my face as the bus driver pulled over to break up the weak fight that emerged. As my peers circled around the commotion, I sat in my seat and gazed out of the window. I furrowed my eyebrows once I saw the last thing that I wanted to see.

I gazed at a familiar 1985 royal blue Buick Regal sitting at the stoplight. There was a woman who looked no older than 18 in the passenger's side. My face flushed as my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. I grew enraged as I watched them drive off once the light changed. I reached into my purse and grabbed my phone. I went into my call logs and called his cell but it went straight to voicemail. My nostrils flared at an instant as I dropped my phone back into my purse.