October 28,2014 Camaria Brown Jamaica,St.Mary 4:00pm
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"Camaria your parents hasn't come to pick you up yet?" My teacher Mrs.Campbell asked.
I shooked my head and mumbled a small no Miss. Mrs.Campbell sighed softly before taking her phone out of her black handbag perhaps to call my parents but I highly doubt they would pick up as this wasn't our first time in this situation. As my lucky guess they didn't pick up.
Another sigh Mrs.Campbell told me to follow her where she perfectly parked her BMW in it's regular parking spot.
Mrs. Campbell is my teacher imagine every day your teacher has to carry you home because your parents never does horrible right? I know.
Being that she lives in the same district as me Mrs.Campbell brings me home maybe that's why my parents doesn't come to pick me up or maybe they just don't care. What if she doesn't come to school one day? How will I reach home?!. ********* 5:36 pm
We pulled up to my home I thank Mrs.Campbell biding her goodbye before leaving her vehicle she waited until I got passed my gate before she left honking her horn.
I gripped my Dora bag pack straps heading inside where my dad was smoking watching TV.
"School over already?!" My father asked glancing at me surprised.
Is he serious right now?!
I nodded
"A bout 5 now" I said
Right on time my mother stepped inside.
"Cam school over from 2 why the uniform still on?!" My mother yelled
"Daddy never come Mrs. Campbell carry me home". I said
My Mother glared harshly towards Dad and me I know my dad messed but me? What Did I do?
"Do you know how this make us look?! Bad parents! Everyday the gyal miss Campbell have to carry home my pickney( Child) while her dirty daddy sit down and don't do nothing!!" Mommy yelled
Daddy jumped up
"What you do?! Same thing everyday over dry head Pam yard a chat people business. Me sit down?! I work Camilla obviously I'm gonna be tired!"
Mommy glared and didn't reply.
"If I ever see you take a next drive from Mrs.Campbell again I swear on my life Camaria you will not like it hear me?!"
"But mommy-"
My mother raised her hand slapping me around my face.
Tears instantly well up in my eyes I didn't even do anything wrong.
Dad stood still
"Do you understand me Camaria?!"
I nodded.
"Now move from infront of me" *********** 8:37 pm
"I'm tired of this!" My Mother yelled slamming the door so loud our two bedroom board house shooed.
"So I am you selfish hog" My dad shouted back.
I clenched my blanket over my head closing my eyes wishing my parents wouldn't argue all the time.
My grandmother always told me stories about mom and dad how they seemed so oddly in love with each other that was before I was born after I came things went South.
"That's how it goes when a baby is born as a mistake" Both sides of my parents family would say. Over time I believed it.
