trouble to begin
MOM:
Y/n Cardana jackson , i need you
To come home.
MOM:
NOW!
Y/N:
Why can’t i stay a
Little longer mom?
Y/N:
We just arrived!
MOM:
Get your butt
Home!
Y/N:
FINE!
“dooly, i need to go.”
I peck his lips and stand up, he opens his mouth in disbelief.
“But… you just got here!”
“I know i know, my mom told me to come home!”
He pouts, his already plump lips getting plumper.
“But…”
“Baby… she used my full name.”
“Okay, but you owe me! You have to buy me canabornara!”
“Mmm, fine! Okay bye, dooly!”
“Bye, carrot! Love you!”
“I love you too!”
I rush out the door and try my best to walk normal so no one gains suspicion, doesn’t look all too good when a black girl runs in a rich neighborhood. Once I’m out of sight of his house I sprint home. I leave his rich neighborhood back to my old neighborhood.
__________________________________________________________
“Im home, mom!”
I hear my mom stomp from the back of the house, where my room is, to the front of the house.
“WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!”
I gasp at what’s in her hand, a positive pregnancy test.
“Mom! Why did you go in my stuff?!”
“Who’s it?”
“Mom!”
“Whose baby is it?”
She is more stern and demanding.
“Mom! It’s not my test…”
“Then whose is it then?”
“I- its my friends… Alowa, remember her?”
“Yes i remember, what are you doing with it?”
“S- she told me to keep it a secret… she wasn’t ready to tell you or her mom and dad… she knew how yall would react.”
“Tell her to come over tomorrow after school. And let me tell you something, don’t go around doing it with every boy you see, and ESPECIALLY not that pervert of a boyfriend you have!”
I roll my eyes.
“Mom! He is certainly not a pervert!”
“Mommy? Why are you fighting with sissy?”
My little sister comes up to me and hugs my leg, her eyes just barely sticking out from her big teddy bear.
“Were not fighting, sweets. We… were just talking about some stuff.”
She picks my sister up in her arms.
“And… and what’s a pervert?”
“Uh… sweets, i need you to go sit down.”
She kisses my little sister on the forehead and sets her down.
“Thanks, bun.”
I give her a hug. Bun is her nickname, her real name is navellee. Navellee runs off calling for my little brother,
“Ayracon!”
I giggle at her cuteness and turn back to my mom, I straighten my face when I see her glaring at me.
“Mom!”
I whine,
“I haven’t done anything… i promise i haven’t!”
She tilts her head and glares harder, nearly burning through my soul.
“Mama!”
I whine again,
“Ma! It was Alowa!”
“Mmm. I believe you.”
She raises her eyebrow, I smile and hug her, still frowned, she hugs back pretending she doesnt care.
