Welcome To Ayahna's World.
The fact that my thirteenth birthday was the same day as my mothers wedding was pissing me off. She told me I should be happy for her, that I should support her changes in life.
Like, that’s supposed to be the type of shit I should be saying to her.I didn’t think that she would try to remarry after dad died, but nope. Once a thirsty whore, always a thirsty whore. I know I seem like I’m doing too much but it’s just that, this man that she’s marrying, has a son. If he had a daughter, I wouldn’t be pressed.
So, do you see where I’m coming from? One, I don't even know who this man is that she is marrying, or his son. It just makes everything a whole lot more awkward. I hate everything about my life right now. Kill me please and wake me up when I get to heaven or hell.
"Ayahna, hello!? I know you hear my ass talking to you. What the fuck 'gotten into you?" My mother spoke loudly, while waving her hand in my face.
I smiled. "My bad ma, I was thinking about the project I have to start tomorrow in school."
"Yeah whatever, you turn thirteen tomorrow and that is also the day of my wedding. With that said, Bryan, his son, you, and I will be celebrating Friday all the way until Sunday out of state."
I scoffed. "Ma why you fronting like you got money like that? And why does his son have to come?"
"Say one more slick ass thing out your motherfucking mouth, and I swear to god 'ima slap you silly." She stared at me until she realized I wasn't going to say anything back.
I got up from the dinner table and walked around a whole bunch of boxes to put my dishes in the sink. We have to move because of this dumb ass marriage. I just feel like nothing is going the way I want it to go, and I'm not appreciating it.
