Eleven years ago
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?
Nadirah leaned against her seat and looked out the window hearing music being blasted, then around the empty room that she had been in for the fifth time that week. She placed her elbows on her knees and her face onto the palms of her hands, with boredom. The room that she was in was; the naughty room, the emptiest/dustiest room in the house. It was for kids who didn't listen or did bad things such as fighting, stealing from other kids, destroying things, and the list goes on. The naughty room basically has Nadirah's name written all over it, simply because she would fight sometimes. Most times she was put into the naughty room for no reason.
She hated that word. It was a way to sugar coat the fact that she wasn't wanted. She was a burden to any and everyone That's what she believed and she was going to continue believing that. She's been in the foster care home since the age of two, didn't even know her parents or why she was given up. Next thing she knew she was placed into a house with other kids that were rarely of colour, and a Caucasian woman; Mary, that wasn't her mother. One reason was because of the difference between their skin tone. Mary had a slight tan to her while Nadirah was a dark brown tone that glowed in the sun. Another reason was because Mary didn't give her that motherly vibe. The only thing Mary cared about was the money that was coming in for her. She lived off of the kids in the house.
"Are you ready to come out and be a good girl?" Nadirah heard Mary yell from outside. She rolled her eyes and pressed her hand against her mouth.
Mary opened the door and looked at Nadirah. "You don't hear me talking to you? Are you deaf?"
"No." Nadirah mumbled and brushed past her. She walked down the hall and into her room that she shared with four girls, one being the one the reason why she was placed into the naughty room.
"Nadirah, look what you did to Amy's face" One of her roommates who went by the name of Alissa, said.
Nadirah shrugged and folded her blanket over her bed that looked like a prison bed. It was hard and the mattress was so thin. The only thing she liked was the pillow because it was fluffy and soft.
"Well, Amy should've never called me an angry black bitch." Even though they were thirteen the girls still cursed as much as a sailor.
Mary had given them a rule about cursing: Pretty girls don't curse. But they still did it, especially Nadirah.
"She said she's sorry"
"Well, tell Amy to tell me that" She glared right at Amy who was sitting across from them with tissue up her nose. Amy looked down at her feet and looked back at her.
Amy had been brought to the foster house when she was around the age of nine. Ever since she came her and Nadirah weren't on the best terms. She felt she was higher than everyone, and that was first, but not the last thing Nadirah didn't like.
"If you think I'm going to apologize you're crazy" Amy flipped her blonde hair and walked out the room.
Nadirah shook her head and looked at the other girls. "Any news since I've been in the naughty room?" Since she wasn't allowed to watch a lot of TV, Nadirah found excitement in the drama around the house.
"Well other than you fighting Amy, one of the girls are leaving tomorrow" Bea, one of her other roommates frowned.
Bea and Nadirah were in the foster home all their lives and have watched kids come in and out the house. Bea knew why no one wanted them but she didn't want to say it whereas Nadirah knew and wasn't afraid to say it. They were girls of a darker skin tone, so people thought that they were trouble.
"Another year to us being in this hell hole" Nadirah grabbed her towel and walked into the bathroom that was filled with other kids, ignoring the guys that were yelling her name and stood against the wall.
"Free shower" Someone yelled.
Nadirah quickly ran into the shower, locked the door then placed her clothes between the gaps of the door and wall. She couldn't count the amount of times boys tried to come into her shower or watch her shower.
She turned on the water and let it run for a bit then began cleaning herself. Not even two minutes later the water turned cold which was a sign she needed to get out.
"Are you kidding?" Nadirah tried turning off the pipe and turning it back on but it didn't work. She shut it off, wrapped her towel around her and stomped back into her room.
The girls were still in there so she went into their shared closet and began changing.
"Food is ready, Nadirah. You coming tonight?" Bea asked.
Nadirah hated eating Mary's food because it was never properly seasoned and it was like she just threw it on a plate and gave it to them.
"Nope, I'm just going to go to bed." She slipped on her shirt and walked past Bea, and hopped into bed.
Bea rolled her eyes and played with her kinky hair that looked not too moisturized. Mary didn't know anything about the products her and Nadirah needed so she just left it alone. Nadirah has to try and take care of her and Bea's hair with what was around the house. They even snuck to boys side and took their gels to use.
"Nadirah, you can't just starve again"
"I'd rather starve than eat her food. She can't even eat her own food" Nadirah fussed. "You don't see she cooks for us and then she orders take out?"
Bea sighed. "Soon someone's going to adopt us and we'll get as much good food as we want, we can shower for hours and take care of our hair" They both laughed. "But for now we gotta follow the rules in here."
"Bea, I've been here for eleven years."
Nadirah didn't notice that she was crying until Bea wiped her face a bit. She thanked her and looked down. "I'm not getting adopted"
Bea grabbed her hand and led her to the kitchen. Even though she didn't want to eat Mary's food, she had to stay alive, and that's the mindset she kept for the time being.