i sat in the office, my feet on the desk. "madison, i have told you a thousand times-" "okay, okay" i get my feet off the desk "and stop calling me that." "all right, maddie. whatever." my uncle, the principal, sighed. "you know i need to call your parents, right?" "or just drive me home like a good uncle" i smiled. "not happening" he dialed my fathers number. i sighed, knowing i was going to get a lecture when i got home.
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"are you serious, madison? i taught you better." my dads voice was full of disappointment. "i'm sorry, papa-" he cut me off. "i don't want to hear it. i am tired of these silly excuses. if you're not getting into a fight, then don't get into disciplinary issues. go to your room." i groaned and got up, going to my room.
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( in front of the bed is a dresser with a tv blah blah)
i close my door and sit on my bed. tears start pouring out of my eyes. lets get something straight; i cry when i'm mad. and i hate it. people walk around thinking they hard as shit because they made me cry. no bitch, you made me mad and i can't punch you in the jaw to let it out. anyways.
i punch my fist into my palm "fuck" i mumbled, getting up and going to my window. i opened it and climbed onto the sturdy branch i had been sitting on every day for 13 years. i sat there and looked around. i could see almost everything from there. our town was pretty small, meaning everyone knew everyone. all my friends lived within 10 minutes other each other, me included. i sighed and swung my feet.
i heard movement in my room so i turned my head "sorry i was.. i was looking for you" malia said, climbing out of my window and sitting beside me. "how come?" i asked malia shook her head "just wanted to see you" i nodded. "i miss him" i looked at her necklace that was almost the exact same as mine. hers was a pink heart, mines was red. "i miss him too"
we had an older brother. his name was kentrell he was very very handsome. had caramel skin. pretty blue eyes. everything about him was amazing. he was super nice but he could fight. he could cook but he was also the quarterback in football. kentrell is how me and malia met all the friends we have now. a year prior to that, he got into a car accident. a fatal one. i was in the car. he died in the hospital, but he had wrote some letters for us, about two weeks before that. just in case something like that was to ever happen. the school had a ceremony for him. ever since he died, i've been a bitch. i used to be really nice and open but now i don't let anyone inside. i can't. that shit hurts too much.
"hey" malia noticed me tearing up and wrapped an arm around me "i fuckin miss him" i began crying. me and kentrell were the closest out of the hale children. everywhere he was, you saw me. smoking, fighting, baking, basketball games, etc. he was ALWAYS at every volleyball game i had. every dance concert. i mean, all my family was, but he didn't have to, ya know? malia and xavier (my younger brother, looks almost exactly like kentrell) had to go. they would have anyway but still. kentrell could have went to so many parties, instead of my games and recitals. he had people trying to get him to go to different places, but he'd just say "cricket has a game tonight" , "sorry, i'm doin sumn wit cricket" , "cricket needs me" he called me cricket. he said it's because i also had something to say. always chirping.
by the end of my thoughts, i had calmed down. me and malia went back inside. "goodnight, i love you." she wrapped her arms around me "love ya more babe" i hugged her and we pulled apart. malia went to my dresser and opened my drawer of vinyls. she pulled out a michael jackson one and put it on my record player, playing it quietly. "girl, close your eyes. let that rhythm get into you" malia sang. we were both singers, but i've always adored her voice. hers was a little softer than mine, but we were equally as good. i closed my eyes, like she sang. "don't try to fight it. there ain't nothing that you can you do." the only thing i was fighting was sleep, so i let it consume me.
