Mask

You look constipated

Getting pulled out of my AP History class to go home should make me feel happy, ecstatic even, but I couldn't help but be filled with dread and nervousness. As I walk past my class mates they shoot me reassuring smiles which I respond with a grimace and a wave good bye. I can feel the tears prick my eyes when I reach my Aunt in the office and she gives me the news. I refuse to let them drop though, I have to be strong.

Twenty minutes later and we're at the hospital an im standing in the room where I see and hear the people crying, my family, which soon fades away when I stare at the hospital bed. I'm only 15 I shouldn't have to go through this. Suddenly I can't hold it in anymore and I sob
uncontrollably. I knew I probably sounded like a dying whale but I didn't care. Because in that hospital bed laid my dead seventh month year old sister and it's all my fault.

One year later...

Falling to the ground I clutch my stomach while tears pool out of my eyes. "This is pure comedy!" sniggered Chase. I replied with a shake of my head and a light chuckle, wiping my eyes from the excess tears by my eyes.

It's the end of the school day and the only reason im still here is because of what's about to unfold. I sigh in content while admiring my masterpiece. Which I know is probably on every social network right now by the looks at all the students with their phones out. Yep, a great way to make sure this school never forgets me, Aaliyah Thomas. I smirk. 3...2...1

An ear piercing scream erupts through the sea of people as I see the person I've been waiting for to make an appearance. "My Car!!" erupts from the lying cheating asswipe. I can't believe I used to date someone that screams like a girl. I scoff, pussy.

He runs up to his car to examine my handy work. His once squeaky clean red Cadillac is now filled with milk , don't ask where I got all that milk from, on the windshield FUCKFACE is sprawled across it. I walk up to the car a family size box of cereal in my hand. Bryant, my boyfriend well now ex, didn't notice that im leaning on his car smirking up at him in satisfaction.

I just open the box and start pouring Trix cereal into this now giant 'bowl' of milk. He looks over and is practically seething with anger. "You."

I shine a megawatt smile and reply, "Me." Further trying to aggravate him. Which seemed to work because his smooth chocolate face seemed to get even redder if that is possible. If this were a cartoon he would be blowing out steam. I chuckle to myself internally. Ah funny Aaliyah funny.

"You. Bitch."

"Aww you're going to have to do better than that babe." I wink. "But, if anyone's a bitch it's you bitch. You're the one that went out with me as a dare and didn't even have the balls to confess when I already knew the truth and on top of that you weren't even faithful through the six months that we were together. Hooking up with girl after girl that knew that you had a girlfriend but didn't care, but you know what I don't even care anymore. Fuck you and I feel sorry for your parents, she should have swallowed instead asshole." With that I smile sweetly at him and make my way towards my black jeep, leaving him shocked that I knew all of that.

As I pull off from the school parking lot, music blasting high, I faintly hear my name being yelled. No turning back now Aaliyah off to a new school now. I sigh at my thoughts. All because you continue to push people away by doing reckless thing and not caring. Yea well this school is going to be different. No its not. Look im not about to argue with myself, making me seem crazy. You are crazy. I roll my eyes at myself as I pull into my drive way. Next to the U-Haul that has men filling it up with our boxes.

Im glad we're leaving this house, too many memories. I push back the tears. Even though it was a year ago im still upset about it. Walking up the stone pathway to my house im greeted inside with some boxes here and there. Dad and mom claims we're moving because of 'work' but I know it because this house reminds him to much of Eden. Pushing that thought aside I feel the excitement bubble up inside of me from thinking of the friends I can make or the pranks I could pull. I smirk. As I make it to my room Im making finishing everything up, thinking of all the different pranks I can do.

"You look constipated." I look over into the threshold to see Tyson, my 6-year-old brother looking at me with a disgusted face.

"How do you even know what constipated means." I mutter to him while rolling my eyes. "I swear you need to stop listening to Daniels conversations." I say referring to my 13-year-old brother. That I have yet to see upon my arrival.

I grab my last suitcase and walk outside placing it in the truck. I wish my other brother Michael was here but he's in his first year of college and since we're leaving in the middle of the school year he can't come home yet. We're moving to the same place where his college is located so he can visit more regularly and sleep there sometimes too, even though he has his own apartment out there.

"Come on everybody it's time to go before we miss our flight!" my dad yells while walking towards the car. I take one more look at the house with all of my memories with it and with one last glance, I hop in my car. Driving away from my old house I know that this is only the beginning. Ridgeway high school here I come.

Bryant at the top ^