Chapter 1
Early morning, sun rising my alarm on my phone is blaring and over all that my mother is yelling. Welcome to life of Loyay Johnson. We live in Hatesvile, USA, yes I know what your thinking living in a place with that type of name you would think everyone would be hateful or mean at least but nope not here we’re just loud noisy not in your business type of city in the USA.
“Boy! If you don’t get your lazy ass up right now?”... my mother yelled as she stompped her way up the stairs. “ I’m so sick of this mess every damn morning” she yelled as she slammed my bedroom door open. I tried to cover my head with my blanket but all too soon she was ripping it from my grasp from my body. This was an every morning routine, Monday through Friday at 4:00 am she was dragging me from bed. “Every morning you make us both late. GET UP NOW!” she yelled walking back out of my room. I lived a normal life with both parents in home both working and me a full time high school junior. Dads already off to work so now I had to drive mom to work to come back home to get ready for school that day. Dad worked as a bio-researcher, researching human genetics and trying to fin the cure for many deadly diseases. He was gone most of the time. And he made a great living to were mom didn’t have to work but she always wanted to just in case. Mom on the other hand was head nurse at one of the most prestige hospitals in the area. She worked along side the most respected doctors.
I get downstairs after quickly brushing my teeth and throwing on my sweats slides and a shirt. My mother is already in the car waiting with the most evil looking look on her face. That look only a mother could give a child, the warning look. I knew I wasn’t going to hear the end of the rant about how my father has my spoiled and how I’m lazy cause she does everything for me and how I’m always going to be late even for my own funeral. This also happened every morning when I didn’t wake up on time. And I always felt bad but I couldn’t ever seem to wake up from my dreams. I drove mom to work as I was deep in thought and she rambled on. I pulled up to her jobs front door, still deep I thought without realizing she was saying goodbye until she placed her had on my cheek and turned my head to face her.
“I love my boy but please get out of that head and take responsibility. Soon you will be out of the house states away, I need to know you will be fine on your own. You worry your poor mother.” She said before she kissed my forehead and climbed out the car. I waited for her to make it through both set of doors before I pulled off.
By time I reached home it was already 5:30am I had 30 minutes to finish getting ready for school. I hurried inside and upstairs to get dressed. Not that it was hard or anything considering we had a strict dress code of khakis a white button down long sleeved shirt and a navy blue sweater vest. We could wear any shoes as long as the weren’t “loud” colors, and our hair had to be neatly styled. I didn’t have a problem as I kept my hair cut short in the back and side and the top was short cut hair that showcased my natural black curls. I quickly dressed grabbed my bad and headed back out the door. With a pitch stop at Starbucks to grab an iced tea lemonade and a sausage egg and cheese sandwich. I made to school with 10 minutes to spare.
