I can't stand the idea of talking to someone before brushing my teeth in the morning, I just can't do it.
The next morning I wake up in my own bed, I feel very good. Until I remember all my problems, but I try to push them aside.
Last I recall from last night was that Alex and I were watching Aladdin, he got up to put some pizza in the microwave and then I woke up in my bed this morning.
It's Monday. The clock reads 7:57am.
I hear a continuous loud knock coming from downstairs, and look outside my room's window to check the front of the house and see who it is.
I see a black jeep parked in front of our house and on our porch is Alex, standing with his hands in his pockets, he takes them out to knock again, but I stop him.
"Don't knock! I'm coming!" I yell from upstairs, I put my dressing gown over my cow patterned pyjamas and go brush my teeth.
"What are you doing here?" I say, opening the front door, and staring at him when I get downstairs.
"I came to get you." He said. His eyes are covered by expensive looking sunglasses and he's wearing an all navy blue and beige outfit.
"Where to?" I cross my arms with an amused smirk on my face.
"Los Angeles." He shrugs, pointing at the jeep, crossing his arms as well.
"Haha, very funny." I begin to close the door, but he puts his foot forward to stop it.
"Don't laugh, I'm serious." He takes off his glasses, and puts them in his pocket.
"Go to school Lexi." I tell him laughing and go back inside the house but he follows me.
"I'm not going cause you're not going, I even brought the driver, he's taking us to the airport." He says as we walk back out onto the porch.
"I can't." I say.
"Yes you can, if you wanted to that is." He replies me, staring into my eyes.
"Yeah, my parents brought me into this world, and if I even consider going to Los Angeles, they are going to take out of it." I say, trying not to laugh.
"Fine, I'll leave then." He sighed, giving up quicker than I though he would.
On the house beside ours, I notice Lane coming out of his house with his books in his hands and a messenger bag on his shoulder.
"I'll go." I tell Alex, as my eyes and Lane's lock, we stare at each other longer than we should.
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The Black Girl
Short StoryThere really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and alway...
