Invisible string theory

- part 3 !

While she was writing down new things to try and bake, old memories of her mom replayed profusely in her head. Imani hadn't got to the point where she could think of memories of her mom without feeling her chest tensing up. Most time Imani had refused to come to terms with her mom being gone. She lays declined her families offer to talk on how she felt, she didn't wanna visit her grave, she barely even wanted to attend the funeral. Some might of thought Imani was being disrespectful, but she really couldn't fathom the thought of her mother being dead.

The girl ran her hands over her face trying to stop thinking about it, she didn't wanna be sad over this. Imani was never sad about anything, she was too busy to be sad. Her family knew she hadn't properly processed what was going on, no matter how many times she told them she was fine. She could always do everything by herself, so why was now any different?

Imani heard someone knocking on her door, making her drop her notebook on her desk, "Come in."

Iyana walked in throwing the bag of takis at her head. Iyanas face dropped in surprise as she didn't mean to do that. Imani looked at her in disbelief before they started laughing, "Excuse the fuck outta me." Imani spoke in a joking manner.

Iyana walked over to her picking the bag of takis up and putting them on the desk. "Come downstairs, we got company."

Imanis eyebrow perked up, "Who's company?"

"Man, just come on," Iyana grabbed her arm pulling her out the chair.

"Hold on, I don't even have my slippers on." Imani complained, walking to the front of her bed to quickly slide on her slippers. Iyana rolled her eyes at the act because she deemed it as unnecessary. Imani would never walked around her house without slippers, the hardwood floors were far too cold for that.

She walked out of her room going down the stairs hearing indistinct voices. She turned into her kitchen to see her dad, Isaiah, and Keshawn all together having a conversation about God knows what. Imani stopped in her tracks with a confused look across her face. How could Iyana ever just skim over the fact that Keshawn was the company in question. Imani wished she could just sink into the floor, because ever since she'd seen Keshawn at lunch, she'd been trying to avoid him.

It felt different seeing Keshawn now, from when they were kids. It's not like they ended in bad terms, and maybe in day Imani would try talking to him. Unfortunately, today was just not that day.

"Imani, we were just talking about you," her dad, Elijah, spoke up.

Keshawn looked away from Isaiah and standing there was Imani, who was still dumbfounded that the person she'd been avoiding for the past week was in her house. Imani must've been silent for longer than she thought because someone had spoke up about it. "Youn know how to speak?" Keshawn said, with an obvious playfulness in his tone.

Imani laughed awkwardly walking in between her brother and her dad, while Keshawn and Iyana were on the other side of the counter. "Sorry, hey guys," she finally greeted, her eyes locked with the counter. "Hi Keshawn." She spoke with a quieter tone.

"Awkward," Isaiah whispered into his sister's ear. Imani hit him in his arm and before she could say something back her dad interrupted.

"I made y'all some dinner, so Isaiah I don't wanna hear you talking about cooking no more." Elijah warned making the boy laugh. The three other teens scrambled to go make a plate while Imani stayed in the same place. Elijah looked at her confused as to why she didn't also try and fix a plate.