One more to go, Kingsley.
I lifted the box into the truck and dusted my hands off on my green shorts I wore well might I add.
Sidney walked up to me and patted my back with a sad smile.
"I'm going to miss you friend."
I laughed and pushed him away from me. He was always so damn sarcastic.
"I'm not going to miss you."
Sike. I'm going to miss his ass probably more than he missed me.
Sidney smirked and threw his arm around me walking towards my house. I looked around the suburban area I live in.
Well. Used to.
It was perfect, perfect school. The people we're friendly and cool. I've lived here my whole life. I'd never imagined moving. Especially to the city. Leave it up to my father to make this dumbass decision.
I'm moving to downtown. Not the bad part thank God but the nicer part. Let me repeat.
Nicer.
It's still bad. Majority of it is. Depends on what part you live in. I lived in Marietta Georgia as of now. In two more hours I was be right smack in Buckhead.
Just a couple blocks, minutes or hours from Bankhead. The most ghetto part of Atlanta.
The kids rode on bikes, stopping and staring at my house ever so often. Wondering why I was moving and I was raised in this house.
"Ready to go baby?" My father kissed my forehead and pulled me under him.
"Yeah." I breathed out. "I'm ready, I guess."
"Everything's going to be alright baby. It's just a move to a better place."
"Yeah Kingsley. A better place." Sidney repeated.
I shook my head and chuckled. Sidney was like a son to my father since he never got one. I was the only child and liked every minute of it. I got everything I wanted.
"I'll text you Sidney."
"I'll be waiting. Have fun." He hugged me and walked outside to his Amigos who we're waiting for him. Sidney was Hispanic and I loved it when he got mad. He would go off in Spanish.
One of my weaknesses.
"I have to run up to my room really quick. I left something." I moved from under my dad and made my way down the hallway.
"I'll be in the car. Don't be too long." He picked up the last box and walked out the already open door.
"I won't." I sighed to myself.
I opened my room door that was completely empty. I rolled my eyes at the scratchings on my wall from when I was younger trying not to cry.
It was so much memories made in this room. The first day I came home from when I was born. After a while it turned into a toddler's room.
Then a teenagers room.
I rubbed my hands over the window ledge and rubbed the dust between my fingers. I spotted a hand of paint I made in Kindergarten and picked it up putting it between my side and under my arm.
Looking down at the ground I found what I came here for. My mothers picture.
Picking it up I scrubbed it clean with the end of my sweater and smiled at her smiling face.
My mother, Julissa died giving birth to me. I don't remember seeing her face or what she smelled like.
It's like my father gave birth to me.
He's the first person I saw when I opened my eyes.
My father was Chinese.
My mother was black and white.
So I came out a nice mixture. I still consider myself black because my color is what gives it off.
I kissed the picture and walked out of my room sparing a look at it one last time before turning away with tears building up in my eyes. I closed the door and wiped my tears hearing my dad beep the horn of his Benz.
I looked at the house one more time and closed the front door stepping down the porch and towards the car.
I waved at Sidney who sat in his driveway talking to his boys.
"Bye King!" He winked.
"Later Sid." I put up the piece sign and ducked my head into the car laying my head on the window not wanting to look at the house anymore.
I felt a warm hand on my knee and a pat.
"Remember King. I did this for us."
I nodded and didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did I was going to cry.
I heard him sigh and he sped off down the road.
My head slid down the window and I cried silently.
Felt like someone was beating my heart with a metal bat. My chest was tightening up.
"Wake up baby, we're here." I opened my eyes halfway and squinted at the sun light.
I sat up and looked around. My head peeking out of the let down windows. I couldn't lie. It was nice.
Really nice.
I got out of the car and looked at the house. It was big. Huge. Not meant for two people to be staying in.
"Why is the house so big, dad?" I questioned him.
He opened up the back of the U Haul and shrugged his shoulders.
"Just in case I meet someone. I'm still young honey."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I didn't know my mother but I felt a connection. Wherever she was, I felt it. It felt wrong for him to be with someone else.
"You still love her?" I asked this question almost everyday.
He frowned. "Of course. I think about her everyday."
"Okay." I nodded.
"Now come on."
I grabbed a box and walked up the stairs to the front doors. The man who was driving the U Haul opened it up for me and I walked in smelling, new.
I loved that smell.
I looked down at the tile that lead to the staircase on both sides of the house. The house was even bigger inside.
"That goes in the kitchen." My fathers voice invaded my thoughts.
I nodded and followed him to the kitchen area.
"Wow." I breathed out.
"Big huh?"
"Mhm." I said, sitting the box down on the counter.
"You can go pick out a room upstairs. Me and the guys will get the rest of the boxes. I'll be gone to work later so you can unpack them."
"Okay." He kissed my forehead and walked out leaving me to my lonesome.
I walked to the window and peeked out seeing a boy across the street throwing a basketball in the air.
He was toned.
Fine.
Not the average type dude. His fade, with curls sprouting out the top of his head.
His skin was a medium brown, lips so juicy looked like he been licking them all damn day.
I zoned in to his abs that we're on full display. I looked all the way down to his feet and by the time I made it to his eyes, his we're already on me.
My eyes widened and I hurriedly closed the blinds.
I backed up and looked down before gaining some courage and peeking back out slowly.
To my surprise he was already making his way towards the house in a confident stride.
"Shit." He's probably coming over here to address me on why I was staring.
"Honey!" My father yelled from outside.
I rolled my eyes and straightened out my white t shirt I was sporting.
Let me go take this L.