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A Short Story: The Life in a Day – Chapter Four: FRIENDS

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She couldn’t believe what she had just done.  She’d successfully made the teacher cry and run for the sake of her humility.  And she knew no one do anything about–this happened too often for anyone to really notice.

But, this was a small price to pay for making it in with the bad girls.  She’d been accepted and now could finally live in peace.

 

Later in the day, Ja’Quiera sat on the bus with her two new ‘friends’ Nasha and Lydia.  They were talking about so many older-people things that all Ja’Quiera could do was listen intently.  They talked about how much time it took to do their nails while they were on the phone, and that they should totally go to the mall this Saturday.  But then, things got uncomfortable:  they turned to Ja’Quiera out of nowhere Nasha asked, “So, you got’s a fella?”

The question seemed odd considering the last sentences about the mall and such, but she answered truthfully, “No, not’chet.”

Nasha looked at Lydia who smiled wryly.  “Well,” Lydia said in a high, clever tone, “You need to get one!  How old are you?”

“I’m thirteen.”

“And you haven’t been used yet?”  Nasha said, with sincere astonishment.  The older girl didn’t say it, but by the way she said used, Ja’Quiera guessed that she meant something dirty.

“No!  Why would I wanna get pregnant anyway?”

“Guh you must be stupid.  When you get played wit, it don’t mean you get pregnant–it just means you c’ have fun.  Sometimes they’ll even pay ya’.”  Lydia answered.

Quiera felt extremely uncomfortable now, her whole body felt like it was being pricked with flaming hot needles.  “What if I don’t wanna?  What if I wanna save myself the trouble?”  She exclaimed, worried things were going south.

Nasha rolled her eyes in disgust. Huffily she said, “Guh you gonna have to grow up sometime, and if you don’t get used soon you’re gonna make me and Lydia look like we’re stupid in the head.”

From that point on she was silent, watching the two girls chatter about various, unnecessary matters that seemed futile and too far from her reach.  After all, she was skinny and weak, didn’t have a ‘booty’ like they did (apparently that was what got you a boy), and very unlike them in other ways.  She didn’t talk like they did, didn’t have the same mindset…what had she gotten in to….

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A Short Story: The Life in A Day – Chapter Two: WHAT IT TAKES

“Get out my face!”  She shouted.  These two girls were a constant problem to Ja’Quiera, but today they were about to cross the line.

Ja’Quiera wasn’t a strong girl; in fact she was one of the smallest in her class.  She had a feisty attitude and could spit fire anytime, but never could she actually throw a punch and harm someone.  Their names were Nasha and Lydia, and they were some of the biggest fights that ever walked the planet.  Ja’Queira soon thought of something, suddenly.  After a few more provocative sentences, Ja’Queira was able to say something audible: “Why can’t I just hang wit y’all?”

The girls’ faces looked intrigued, and somewhat amused, but Ja’Quiera was thankful that they’d stopped the pestering.

“Hope you know how to take up for yourself,” Said Nasha.  She folded her arms and grabbed Quiera’s wrist.  She stood up and looked at the two older girls–they would now allow her to live in peace…on one condition: she would have to prove to them that she was able to hang with them by making their 5th period teacher cry.

Ja’Quiera agreed to it, but she wondered how it could be done–she’d never been a problem to her teacher, so she guessed it was time to start now.

She got her backpack from behind her in her locker and followed the snickering girls in front of her.  Her heart finally started to lighten up.  Maybe she would finally fit it!

When they made it to their classroom, she sat in her seat and waited for the teacher to start talking.  This was it!  The price of being wanted would come to her this easy?

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A Short Story: The Life in a Day – Chapter One: THE BEGINNINGS OF NORMAL

Her dream woke her from the few hours of sleep she normally got each day before school.  Today wasn’t going to be different, in fact, different wasn’t really a word in her vocabulary–it was a constant normal that never introduced anything new in her life.

Her name was Ja’Quiera Williams, a thirteen-year-old 8th grader.  Her life was alike everyone else’s in Hamilton Falls; nothing new, nothing old, just the same as everyday.  She rubbed her ashy skin–she needed lotion, but she had none in the house.  She wondered if there’d be any food in the pantry.  There would be, if she was lucky.

First she would wake up at six o’clock every morning to get dressed, avoid her hung-over, single mother and scavenge for a meal before heading off to school.  However, today she wasn’t as lucky to make it past her mother.  She was about to walk out the door when her backpack was yanked off of her and thrown backwards.  She turned to her half-intoxicated mother who’s smile was everything but appealing.  “Quiera, give yo mama a hung, baby doll!”

The girl wanted nothing more than to leave her rat-infested house.  But, she knew her mother wouldn’t let her until she gave her what she wanted.  She lightly embraced her mother, then let go as soon as possible but was held up.  Her mother pulled her close to her mouth; she whispered: “It’s time you grow up, doll.  Go find yourself’v a bo’bo, ask him if he wants you for a night.  Why, I done got started even early than you.”  The mixture of her mother’s odor and the terrifying suggestion almost made Ja’Queira fainted at her mother’s suggestion.  She didn’t want to be pregnant yet!  After all that she’s seen happen to those poor girls when their baby’s daddy leaves them with a child, she could hardly stand there for another minute!

Soon realizing that her mother wouldn’t let her go until she gave the correct answer, she said, “Okay.”  But there was no momentum in her words.  She grabbed her backpack and darted out the door to catch the bus before it sped off in a frenzy for the next stop.

 

To be continued.
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