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Jean Nelson or Nelson Jean was introduced to me in March of sixth grade. Apparently he was a childhood "friend" of Mommy back in Haiti. He moved to the U.S. and the two lost touch with each other and through faith or persistence he found her and he wanted to rekindle their has been relationship. At first he would come during the evenings and have dinner with Mommy and I. She and I didn't even eat dinner together at the dining room table . . . ever, but for appearances we had dinner together. He enjoyed her meals and praised her for her culinary skills after dinner was served. Then he would head back to New York by bus, oh yeah, he lived in NEW YORK and was MARRIED. To anyone ignorantly observing we actually looked like a real family. Rapidly the get-togethers increased and his days were longer, like telly longer, he slept over. Marie had a two bedroom apartment. Nelson slept in her room. She was a Jehovah Witness, hanky-panky for all intended purposes was null and avoid. But Nelson's home invasions were becoming too much for me to support.

When he came over it was almost always a weekend night and spent the next three nights there. He was too comfortable taking his shirt off and walking around in his boxer shorts or short pants.The guy was old enough to be my father's older brother, he resembled Rick Ross with his gut hanging out, a full black Santa Claus beard and his tall stature. NO one was trying to see that, particularly me. But since my voice carried no weight I said nothing, besides all the aforementioned he wasn't that bad. He appeared to make my mother very happy and all I wanted was to make her happy. Sometimes after school when I had homework that made no sense to me Mommy volunteered him to help me. At first I didn't want to impose on him. I didn't know him, further into the pleading of her to do it she asked him for me. Soon I didn't need her to ask him anymore. Sometimes my homework didn't make sense to him either but I appreciated the effort of him attempting to aid. Asking Mommy was pointless. English was still a foreign language to her though she'd been here (the U.S.) for 17ish years give or take.

Nelson gradually grew loose around me and spoke about his aspirations with Mommy, not US but HER solely. He said, "They were going to move to Georgia." "He was going to marry my mother!" He was going to help her open a restaurant oh and I, well I had the luck of going to, wait for it . . . wait for it . . . BOARDING SCHOOL! Yes, I Vanessa won the grand prize of going to school, staying at school, living at school until twelfth grade . . . eighteen. This Nigga is a menace! MAYDAY MAYDAY, WARNING WARNING, evil wannabe stepfather trying to take over and control my life! This not a drill, I repeat this is not a drill. Retreat into fort and take cover! I'm not going to no damn boarding school. I seen Cadet Kelly on Disney channel. I knew it won't end like the movie, I didn't like the army . . . navy, whatever. You can't make me want to go! I'm not going, fuck you man! For all I had were warm wet salty tears sliding down my face and snot oozed down forming puddles at my philtrum. My vision blurred, my voice choppy and weak. Shit! I was crying. I hated crying, specifically in front of people, particularly in front of potential enemies. Come on Vanessa dammit! I ran out of there like I caught on fire and entered the kitchen. Marie lost in the Kitchen cooking Haitian food when she saw me in a crisis, "Sa ou genyen?" "Heh, di mwen." "Sa ap fè ou mal?" "Di mwen nan." "Vin la." She put her arms around me as to show affection but I wanted no part of the embrace. This is war and the winner gets YOU.

That school year, life had dramatically shift for me. First off Thalia and I's circle grew to four, two Black girls. Country Bumpkin Laquita and "thurr" Midwest Missouri Morgan. At first, we all didn't really seem to connect but Thalia had a natural magnetic mechanism to pull people like a gravitational force. Laquita came first, a scrawny glasses wearing nasally country accent Black chick. Somehow minus the specifics Laquita and Thalia grew a liking for one another, but Laquita and I didn't. She was trying to get in where she had no business entering, trying to be the next best friend to Thalia. I being territorial, didn't like her angle. She knew it and thus we bumped heads, and simultaneously Thalia and I bumped heads. We got into the most irrelevant arguments about trivial stuff and like the yes woman Laquita was, she interfered with her two uncalled for cents. Once after lunch we were coming up the stairs with the rest of the class I mentioned to Thalia how I didn't like my mother, in fact I was pretty sure I hated her. Thalia the "Saint-i-fied" daughter of an Angel was aghast by my remark. She angrily rebutted with "That's your mother. She had you. You can't hate her." She didn't understand nor would she understand.

The force of her words were hot like I spoke blasphemy. She irked me, her arrogant comment of what's right or what's wrong for me to say about my OWN mother infuriated me because she DIDN'T know! I replied with "I can say whatever I want, I said it and now what?" My attitude snippy and blazing. Thalia not one to not fight back refused to hear what I had to say, which made me even more pissed. All through the stairway the two of us were going at it head to head damn near screaming at one another. To outsiders we looked ridiculously immature, them not thoroughly comprehending the topic of discussion nor the back story. Laquita's nasally country voice, she irritable to the sight, walking stick self chimed in to throwing in her verbal punches. I let her know off rip she needed to stay in her lane because she was dangerously close to getting ran off the road. "Mind your business, no one is talking to you." I screeched at her. "But, but" I heard her feeble response, she attempting to formulate a sentence. Thalia frazzled throwing her minute clap back and Laquita jumping on her bandwagon. I was done with them and shut the conversation down. Thalia stormed off reaching close to top of the stairs. I galloped my chubby butt up the stairs to say yes, I too can make a dramatic exit.

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