Strings Can Attach

                                                                           Strings Can Attach

                                                                  By: Ashton, Rilea , and Brianna

        Another blow to the face, another, and another. Punch after punch; it’s all the same. All day everyday, punch after, punch after punch. I guess I’m used  to it now. I looked my dad in the eyes. I let a puff of disgust. Why me? And not my sister. My sister Nichole was my dads little ray of sunshine, ever since my mom had died. I was even told never to cry, from that point on but it was the hardest thing for me to mustar.

I woke up in the morning and rubbed my eyes. Opening the window I made my way toward my dresser. The fresh air getting into my room filled me with joy. I pulled on some black leggings and a blue and black flannel shirt.  I searched my dresser for the a perfect hair accessory and smiled when I found a black sparkly burray. I curled my hair and set the pulled on the burray. I looked in the mirror and frowned. Whats the point in wearing cute clothes if everyones gonna trash it anyways? I sighed slipping my shoes on when my sister shouted up the stairs. “MADISON! GET DOWN HERE!” Her voice grew soft. “Your breakfast is getting cold.”

I ran down the stairs and pass my little brother Requis.  As of everyday, he passes me before he goes off and plays GTA on the Xbox. He slaps me in the back and greets me with a “hello”. I ran down stairs to go eat breakfast.

How can we afford an Xbox? My dad sat at the counter as I stuffed my mouth full of, cheerios and orange juice. “What?” I asked as I noticed him staring. He shook his head. “Nah, Nah.” He told me. I looked at him confused. “I was gonna say you liked like your mamma, beautiful, but nah, nah nah.” He told me. I rolled my eyes. Every single day.

I sighed and crossed my arms. “Whats it gonna take to get some respect around here?” I asked. My dad sighed. “I don’t know, clean, care, chores.” He stopped and stared be dead in the eye. “Wish and hope slavery goes away? Cuz’ once you white folks let out my brothers. I let out you.” I nodded and sniffled. He took out a beer from the fridge and yawned. “But that’ll never happen, will it girly?”  

I set down my glass onto the table and wiped my face with my shirt.  “Dad, I gotta go, love ya’.”  “Love you too, Madie.”  I grabbed my backpack and ran outside to the bus.  I waited for 5 minutes until the bus came to my drive way.  A bunch of the 7th graders opened windows, and threw pieces of paper at me as I paced up to the bus.

As I entered people mocked and laughed at me. “HAHA! MADIES GOT BLACK PARENTS!” “HER PARENTS LEFT HER! HEHEH!” I closed my eyes as I made my way to the back of the bus. I swear someone threw gum at the back of my head. I grunted and took the seat in the way back. A girl named Tamery sat next to me and nearly fell off the seat scooting away.

Every time I get on the school bus It makes me think that I’m not normal.  I didn’t ask for this.  Why me.  I don’t get it, why do I have to be put into this situation.  For the rest of the bus ride I Stared out the window.  A 7th grader took the back of my head and smashed my nose on the window; he took my brand new black beret and threw it out the window.  I look up at him My nose was bleeding and I screamed at him.  “WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU! THAT WAS 37 DOLLARS!” I growled at him and continued to stare out the window... still bleeding.  

“Oh, does the babys nose hurt?” He asked. “Stop!” I wined. And without thinking punched him in the nose. Blood slowly dripped out. His eyes narrowed. “BUS DRIVER!” He screamed. The bus stopped at a revolting jolt causing my face to hit the window again. “What!?” The bus driver turned around fast. “What!?” The kid that hit me replied to the bus driver with a tear running down his face. “She hit me.”  He pointed at me while the bus driver walked down the aisle.  She picked me up by the shirt and Yelled at me. My heart was shocked with disappointment, and anger.  I apologized to the 7th grader.  He and his friends looked at me and Laughed at the gum in my hair.  I Growled and continued and stare at my feet.  

I sat in the corner of the school at recess. I don’t have any friends so I usually just talk to myself or watch others. Some people would think it might get boring not having friends but… I don’t usually mind. The 7th grader form before approached me with his “gang.” and rubbed the bandage on his nose. “Girl, you can really do some damage.” He shook his head. “Well, I guess white girls that comes from African families get tough. Right boys?” His “gang” laughed as I shook my head and walked away.

The bell rang, most of the people were slowly walking to the line, while I ran into the building hoping I wouldn’t find that jerk again.  

I got to class safely when my teacher had an announcement.  “Class some of us are switching classroom for different subjects, and I bet all of you are excited to hear where  you are going! To start out the first one that is switching, and that person is Madison!”  I sighed as I

asked what classroom I was going to.  She replied “Mrs. Peterson.”  

I grabbed my bookbag and head out of the classroom in Mrs. Petersons. I chose the desk in the back of the room by the window. I clutched the sides of my desk and groand as the populars walked in. “What class is this again?” They asked. I bit my lip. “M-Mrs Peterson.” She sat next to me and grinned. “Look who we have here.” The boy from before sat next to her. “This is going to be… fun.”