Under Every Rock Is a Shining Diamond
The snow fell softly at my feet as I walked at a slow pace down the, now snow white, street. The cold air lashed out at my paled creamy brown-skinned face. My father was beating my sister and mother like any other day. I sound cold-hearted, but it's not so cold anymore once it's happened all of your life, having to witness it everyday. It's not fun, and there's no other way to put it. Today was different, though. Today, he didn't only beat my sister and mother, he got drunk and did much worse...
"School, school, school. I'm disappointed in you, my friend." My best friend, Angelita, who we call Lita, said, annoucing her arrival. "Since when was school your friend?" I said, making a quick and witty comeback as usual. She laughed briefly and stuck her tounge out at me. "Do you want me to tell your boyfriend you're comin' on to me? That's fruity, bro." I spoke, laughing as she stuck out her lips and glared playfully at me. I stood and poked her lip, "Put that back in there! No! Don't bite me!" I yelled, grabbing my finger after yanking it out of her mouth, "Charlie bit my finga'!" I yelled, quoting the famous one-liner. Angelita yelled something innappropriate at me in Spanish, her latin tounge like fire. "I'm sorry. That is quite impossible since we are both girls." I laughed at, laughing from deep in my throat when she growled and sat down finally.
"Hello, Tit-us!" I announced when Angelita's long-time boyfriend finally arrived at the table. He has hated that nickname every since it was given to him. "WTF, man! Stop callin' me that!" He yelled, throwing his bag down and sitting next to his girlfriend, wrapping a slightly muscular arm around her slender frame. "Did this mutha-," I started, cutting myself off as I looked to the person next to me, then back at Titus, "Negro, did you just say WTF? I outta' smack you!" (A/N: I am black, so don't get offended when I say negro... Either way I'm gonna say it when I feel like it.) I yelled, then rolled my eyes and shared a laugh with the rest of the people with us. "Screw you, Bon Qui Qui!" He said, giving me the finger. "Uh, rude! Security!" I yelled in my best Bon Qui QUi voice. He laughed and kissed his girlfriend sweetly.
"Well, I guess I'm gonna go get somethin' from the vendin' machine since we'er gonna be here for a while." I said, smiling as I stood with a dollar in hand and walked to the side of the school where the vending machine rested peacefully. I walked over and was pushed by some skater, "Move it, lard a-s-s." He had said instead of saying sorry like a normal person. Instead of cussing him out like my brain wanted to, I laughed and joked around with it, "Yeah, I know!" I said, laughing. He looked at me funny then left.
"Later guys!" I said as I left my group of friends who had dropped me off at home. Well, walked me to the end of my street. I stuffed my french manicured hands in my pockets, the cold air starting to bother me as my home closed in on me. I could already hear the yelling. I held my head down so the air cold not bring tears to my hazel eyes. When I heard the screaming cries of my youngest sister, I ran full speed to the house. The door was already open, so it saved me some trouble. When I ran into that, house, I wasn't prepared for what was waiting for me...
"Hello, Tit-us!" I announced when Angelita's long-time boyfriend finally arrived at the table. He has hated that nickname every since it was given to him. "WTF, man! Stop callin' me that!" He yelled, throwing his bag down and sitting next to his girlfriend, wrapping a slightly muscular arm around her slender frame. "Did this mutha-," I started, cutting myself off as I looked to the person next to me, then back at Titus, "Negro, did you just say WTF? I outta' smack you!" (A/N: I am black, so don't get offended when I say negro... Either way I'm gonna say it when I feel like it.) I yelled, then rolled my eyes and shared a laugh with the rest of the people with us. "Screw you, Bon Qui Qui!" He said, giving me the finger. "Uh, rude! Security!" I yelled in my best Bon Qui QUi voice. He laughed and kissed his girlfriend sweetly.
"Well, I guess I'm gonna go get somethin' from the vendin' machine since we'er gonna be here for a while." I said, smiling as I stood with a dollar in hand and walked to the side of the school where the vending machine rested peacefully. I walked over and was pushed by some skater, "Move it, lard a-s-s." He had said instead of saying sorry like a normal person. Instead of cussing him out like my brain wanted to, I laughed and joked around with it, "Yeah, I know!" I said, laughing. He looked at me funny then left.
"Later guys!" I said as I left my group of friends who had dropped me off at home. Well, walked me to the end of my street. I stuffed my french manicured hands in my pockets, the cold air starting to bother me as my home closed in on me. I could already hear the yelling. I held my head down so the air cold not bring tears to my hazel eyes. When I heard the screaming cries of my youngest sister, I ran full speed to the house. The door was already open, so it saved me some trouble. When I ran into that, house, I wasn't prepared for what was waiting for me...
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