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Am in the process of writing this story, but i'v ereached the writer's block |
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Prologue Shontel Donavon ‘s seven years old small chubby body carried her far, as her tattered feet bled, it hurt, but she still fallowed his tall powerful strides without his knowledge. Her golden eyes bristling with determination, she’d made sure he didn’t know she was behind him or he would have told her to go home. Frankie Parker was a sixteen yrs old who was very sure of himself, never looked behind him, never looked like he was lost and to her he was a God. He turned a corner and she fallowed quietly making sure he stayed unaware, she knew this was wrong and that she was going to be in so much trouble when her mother found out. Truthfully she was going to get hell, her mother had told her to stop following him but of course she never listened and of course she got in more trouble for it each time. “ Stay away from frank, he's not like you and he's too old for you any how’s”, her mother always said, she never understood what her mother meant by his not being like her so she never paid attention, because to her, her mother talked rubbish, that’s all it was rubbish. She saw him wave peered from her hiding spot behind the brick wall looked to see who he was waving at, Francis Lewis, one of the prettiest girls Shontel knew. Francis was a cheerleader, a blond haired, blue eyed, petit and curvaceous cheerleader. Shontel had spent the majority wishing to be like other kids, or be one of them, even simply be accepted but she had never wanted to be anyone as much as she wanted to be Francis right at that moment, that moment she saw frank take a big step with a witty smile and wrap his arms around the girl with a kiss that mortified Shontel's young sense. She had seen people kiss others before, whether it was blowing it and planting one on the cheek, however she had seen the type Frank was giving Francis only in movies, movies her mother always told her were bed, with that in mind she slowly squittered away to a distance where she would not be noticed and commenced to run as fast as her legs could humanly go. She felt tears trail down her cheeks and brushed it away, her feet hurt so bad, but she didn’t think about stopping only running, Running to her home and her mother. She pulled the door opened with as much strength as a boy twice her age causing a loud bang as it hit the wall, she stopped nowhere but in her mother’s room where her mother was sleeping, she flopped on the bed and started crying causing her mother wake with a start. Her mother looked around her room with a bleary eye, seeing in a fuzz until finally her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked at her sobbing daughter who’s black hair had been in a perfect ponytail now was falling in disarray as her perfectly clean white shirt was now dirty. Signing she pulled her into slender arms as Shontel’ s Chubby one’s came around her neck, she cried softly in her mother's short braids. “ Shhh, shhh…” her mother coed rubbing her back, “now Shontel, I want you to tell me what’s wrong, baby?” she asked “ H-h-he don’t like me, why don’t he like me?” Shontel sobbed, her mother knew exactly who her daughter was talking about. To her knowledge since Shontel had been born she’d always had an attachment to their next door neighbor Frank, and through the yrs it had become more obvious. Frank at first enjoyed it but then he wanted less to do with her and more to do with people his own age, of course now and then he played around with her, making fun of her especially now that her front tooth was lost. “ Of course he likes you, what makes you think he doesn’t?” her mother said touching her face “ He was kissing her” she wined “ Well he is older than you Shontel you have to realize that, I know you are smart enough to stop being stubborn an…” her mother stopped in her track as she noticed spots of darkness on her daughters chocolate brown skin, her arm had it, so did her leg, her feet were badly bruised but she knew by evening it would look as if she’d never been wounded. Though worry always ate at her when she saw the condition of her daughter's skin due to the sun she was mad right now, Shontel had disobeyed her again, the spots wouldn’t come off for a week. Shontel had taking a risk going out in the sun without protection. “ Shontel how come you didn’t ask me before you decided to go out?” she asked firmly and tried to stay calm, Shontel’s golden eyes now frightened was a dark gold color, her eyes puffy and red from crying she wiped it and looked at her mother “Am sorry mama, I- I just wanted to see frank“. “I’ve told you many times before never to go out in the sun without telling me, look what you’ve done to yourself, you know you sensitive to the sun why can’t you ever listen to a word I say?” She couldn’t stay calm, of course the sun wouldn’t hurt Shontel, just a bit of discoloration that would go away in a week or sometimes even less but she worry for her daughter she couldn’t help, it was her job to worry. Shontel’s father only God knew where he was, only God, she was all her daughter had and she had to protect her, “ that’s it, I’ve told you once am not telling you again, am sending you to your aunt Jamilla” she said as her daughter threw herself at her and screamed a cry of terror. “ Momma no, am sorry, not her don’t send me to her…” she cried, her mother stared at her as big fat tears rolled down her eyes, Koala thought about changing her decision but knew it was for the best, so she hardened her heart “ That’s it Shontel no more chances” she said and got out of her bed, away from her daughter to the kitchen where she sat sipping her coffee and thinking of the decision she had made, she worried her daughter might hate her for this but it was for the best, her daughter’s best, she reminded herself. Later that day Frank came to visit, living only two houses away from them, he made it a habit to visit them now and then, hearing the news he tried to cheer Shontel up but she grew distant of him more and more as if every word that came from his mouth was a nasty bug out to bite her. So again he began to wonder about the marks that her mother was obviously trying to hide, it was no use, it was on her face too, he’d always wondered about them, but Koala never answered him and all Shontel always did was snap when he asked about the scars. She was such a smart little kid, he’d miss her for sure, she was a sweet kid and he liked her, he knew she had a crush on him but he always thought she’d got over it. Sooner or later. How wrong he was. |
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