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A Short Story: A Life in a Day – Chapter Six: THIS IS NORMAL

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Ja’Quiera jumped out of the bus and raced home.  How could the day get worse?  But then, how could it get better?  She’d accomplished the task of being accepted by her peers, but now what must she do to be one of them?  It appeared to her that she must commit that term ‘used‘ and put it to its use.  But she didn’t want to be pregnant!  How was she supposed to live a normal life if she ruined it by spoiling her virginity!  These thoughts and questions raced through her head, so much so that a headache formed.  She went into her bedroom and laid her head down on her yellow pillow.  She slipped off her pants and fell asleep.


Quiera!  Get yo butt up!”  Was what the girl woke up to.

She bolted upright from her covers and saw her mother screaming in the doorway with a bottle in her hand, a joint in the other.  Ja’Quiera knew all too well what this meant–her mother was drunk and high.  Danger.

She wondered if her mother wanted something or was just here to beat on her daughter.  She located her pants and grabbed her backpack, nonchalantly preparing to dart out of the house if she felt threatened.

“Quiera, what you doin’ sleepin’ gurrl?  I thote I tol’ you too–”  She tripped over her own feet and nearly fell as she was coming towards the frightened Ja’Quiera.  “Tol’ you not…come back ’till y’all got a fella?”  She swayed from side to side, shifting her feet in order to keep herself from falling.  The bottle dumped brown liquid on to the carpet.

Ja’Quiera didn’t acknowledge her drunken mother, but evaded the swaying figure and darted out the front door, shouts of expletives following her out the door.  She raced down the street until she was a good ways from her house.  She’d wondered if she could take refuge with Nasha who lived in the apartments a few streets down.  She decided that would be the best place to go for the night.  After all, they were friends now!


She stopped running when she was a few yards away from the sidewalk that led up to the apartments.  Best she could remember, Nasha lived in number five.  As she got closer to the door she noticed loud music playing as well as shouts of merriment and joy.  She knocked on the door a few times before Nasha answered.  When the girl saw Ja’Quiera it took a while to realize who it was.  Finally, Nasha said, “What you doin’ here guh?”  In the background Ja’Quiera saw a lot of dancing and heard hoots and hollers.

“I was wonderin’ if I could’s stay wit’ you?”

Nasha stood silent for a few seconds, then suddenly a sly look came over her, a wry smile curving across her face.  “Oh…sure, why not?”

Ja’Quiera was more than relieved.  She entered the door into a weed-smelling room with several people dancing.  The lights were dimmed and couples aligned the walls. All the girls were preforming inappropriate dances with their boyfriends, and the essence of the room felt like it might burn up in Hell this night.  She wanted to leave immediately.  But Nasha had already shut the door and stood blocking it.  “I have someone I want you to meet,”  She said as she walked over to a couch with a young boy sitting by himself.  The boy was handsome and muscular, which would have attracted Ja’Quiera if she wasn’t in this situation.  “I’ma leave y’all to talk while I get y’all some drinks.  Sit down guh,”  She said with a smile on her face.  Ja’Quiera did what she was told and sat recoiled and tense.  The boy seemed like he felt comfortable in the situation that was occurring.

What happened next was the very thing that changed her life.  The next thing she knew she was outside with boy, his mouth leaning closer to hers.  She got drunk by a special mix Nasha gave her and was high as could be.  She couldn’t feel anything.

The night was almost over but her new life she’d thought she’d always wanted had just begun.  And  she realized this was now her new life.

She had finally come of age.

Letter from the author:  I don’t want this to be taken as pure fiction or just a plain sexual oriented story.  My story is based off of real life accounts that I have recalled over the past two years.  The world is a terrible place and things like this seem to happen regularly in my town (and everywhere), and its almost as if these things wont ever stop happening since no one is given a standard or someone who loves them enough to help them out of this slum.  Our world is growing terrible and savage.  Hope doesn’t exist in many households–this is the normal that is slowly coming to acceptance.

This is the normal that sin is pawning off to us all.  Are you accepting it?

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