July 24, 2010
Dear Samaria,
Today is my birthday I just turned 13. For my birthday I got a notebook from Jane, one of the workers at the orphanage. She was the only one who remembered it was my birthday besides my best friend Melisa. Melisa saved up all her money and spent it on a birthday gift for me. She got me 2 sketch pads and a bunch of tools for drawing.
Melisa is 14, one year older than me. She has a job but it doesn't pay much she says. When she first got her job she said when I turn 13 she would help me get one. Today she picked up a job application from Big Y and McDonald's for me. She told me that McDonald's pays more but they are less likely to hire a 13 year old than Big Y. She had to help me fill out the application since it was my first time filling out an application. She told me that we will drop them off on the way to the mall.
I guess I should tell you what I look like since it has been 10 years since you last saw me. I'm 5"5 I still have blackish brown hair. My hair goes down my back. I have milk chocolate colored skin. I have hazel eyes. I weigh about 110 pounds (.com/cgi/set?id=419221470). After the summer I will be transferring to the high school since I just finished my last year at the middle school. I finished school with straight A's. Any ways I have to go.
From,
Maleeka Jones
Maleeka
July 27, 2010
I sent her a letter over three days ago. It takes one day to send mail a letter to the Bronx's and one day to send a letter to New York City. I got the letter from Big Y yesterday but nothing from Samaria. I got the job at Big Y which means that I no longer will have to starve in the mornings or force myself to eat stale, bland cereal. It also meant that I could buy I gift for Melisa for her birthday in October and for Christmas. Lastly that meant that I could stop wear the stuff that was donated to the orphanage but I would keep on accepting the cloths Jane. I like the cloths Jane gives me. Yesterday she gave me practically a new pair of Pastry's. She said that she accidently brought them a size to small and she couldn't return them because she had lost the receipt and the place wouldn't let her return them without the receipt.
My job at Big Y is to restock the selves. Luckily I can reach all the selves unlike the person, who helps me restock the shelves, Mary, she is only 5" so she can't really reach the top shelve. It's quite funny because in order to put the stuff on the top shelve she has to jump of stand on the bottom shelve. I occasionally have to do them same when I have to fully restock a certain thing. Currently I'm training to become one of the people who make the pizzas. It pays a couple dollars more than the position I'm in now and the hours are better.
Melisa is like the sister I have always wanted. When we went to the mall we just didn't shop for her we also shopped for me. She bought me a pair of shoes, a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans, a sequined blue sunburst shirt and a pair of earrings for the first day of school (.com/cgi/set?id=41922362). She got the same things as me but in different colors. She also had to save up for our outfits. I told her that as soon as I had enough money I would do the same thing for her. She told me not to but I knew secretly that she wanted me to.
We only have a couple weeks left until we go back and I start my first year of high school and Melisa starts her second year of it. I already know where my social status where be due to me being an orphan. Last year the taunting wasn't so bad but this year I knew it would be different.
Maleeka
July 31, 2010
Currently I'm walking with Melisa to the high school so we can get out schedules. We're hoping that we have some classes together because I'm taking some 10th grade classes because I passed the test to be able to take them and at the high school they have mixed lunches. It's a thirty minute walk to the school and it is blazing hot especially because I'm in my work uniform which is a black skinny jeans and a bright red shirt. Once we reach the school we have to wait in this long line to get our schedules which took twenty minutes. And once we reach the front we find out that the line we were in was for only seniors and that we had to go find the line for freshmen and sophomore schedules.
Once we found the lines and got our schedules we compared them and found out we had lunch, calculus, physical education, and American History together. While walking out of the school yard I bumped into one of the people who I knew for middle school. I quickly got up a tried to catch up with Melisa but the person I bumped into grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I turned around to look at the person who started the whole taunting about me being an orphan. Jake Kimberlin. He looked at me like he didn't recognize me. The only think that changed about me is I lost my baby fat, got a figure, and got taller. Finally after staring at me for a minute he finally spoke up.
"Hi you must be new here because I don't recognize you at all." That surprised because he has been torturing since 6th grade.
"Really you don't remember the girl you have been making fun of since 6th grade?" That must of triggered him memory because he then he realized who he was talking to.
"Maleeka I didn't even recognize you. You look different you look good." That just made me snap.
I slapped him and I don't even regret it. I put in all my effort into that slap. As soon as I did it I ran. I ran as fast as I could. It was the fastest I have ever run in my life. I ran all the way to Big Y and clocked in. I quickly started to restock the shelves in the canned food department.
"Maleeka?" I heard someone say. I froze with fear hoping it was someone other than Jake and his group of friends.
Hey I'm back and with a new story. Sorry I haven't updated Lives in months it's just I lost the feeling for it and I think I might deleted an start all over again any ways please enjoy my new story called Dear Samaria. I spent all day writing this and trying to make it over 1,000 words. Check back next week and I might have a new chapter up.
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