“Samuel?” I call from the outside of his door, knocking softly. I was about to leave, and I didn’t want to do so without telling him, knowing how he’d get. I slowly turn the knob and push the door open. He sat on the floor, leaning on his bed, his head down. “Hey . . . “I mutter softly, cautiously lowering myself next to him, and hugging my knees to my chest.
He refused to look at me, his mouth set in a hard line, his eyes stuck on his rug.
“Thank you.” I whisper, breaking the silence, and he doesn’t react. I scoot closer and throw a hand over hi
"You don't want anything to eat before I drop you off?" Carter asks."No, I'm okay thanks." I lean my head against the window."Look Loa, I know we don't know each other well or anything, but I want you to know that if you need anything . . . support or . . . I don't know, I'd be happy to help. I know Samuel will always be there, but just in case." He offers me a friendly smile and I return it, my heartwarming at his words."Thank you . . . I - I really appreciate it."Silence falls, and I look back at him. "Hey, do you have any idea what was going on with Jack?"
“I think we should stop by the store before we get to school,” Samuel suggests and I raise an eyebrow at him.“Why?”“To get you some chocolate,” I roll my eyes at his cuteness.“No, Sam, I’ll be okay.”“I want you to be happy all day.” He says and I sigh.“That’s really not possible
I don't want to be the weak bitch anymore.I don't want to have to cry for help everything there's trouble.I don't want to cry at all.
"Do you want to view the body?"I merely shake my head at the beautiful boy that anchored me. I could barely lift my eyes to meet the people that were here. My 'family'. Before today I didn't even know they existed, and they didn't know me."I shouldn't have come," I mutter sinking into him furt
"Mom, dad," Samuel spoke over his parent's chatter. "Did you know that Loa's mom was murdered?"I watched Victoria first as she squirmed in her seat, and raised her eyes to guilty look into mine."Yes," Shane admits, gripping his wife's hand on the
Graduation was quickly coming up, and although I was excited, I was also in full panic mode. Great to say that the school attacks had ceased, but I was always on the receiving end of Macy’s glares when we did cross paths in school.Samuel and I were still as strong as ever, and every day I felt myself becoming someone else, someone I wanted to be. However, as empowering as that was, failing high school would only be a setback, it also wasn’t an option.
The next morning I was a woman on a mission. I got up early, following my usual hygiene routine while pulling on a white T-shirt and some tight-fitting skinny Jean's. I pair them with some champion sneakers and push my hair into an afro.Maybe I should get it braided.
There he was.Walking into the Diner, with the brightest smile ever, Macy following close behind him. They walked over to a table, and I shifted a bit behind the showcases.This could be my chance.He was with that boy . . . Or man,