I collect my curly brown hair and put it in a ponytail and continued to sketch the rose I drew in my notebook. I usually draw in lunch when I'm bored. "Hi, Ramona" Rocky said as he walked towards me. Rocky and I were childhood friends since we were in 1st grade. He can be annoying at times, but he's still one of my closest friends. I'm also friends with his little brother Sam. "Hey", I replied. He sat next to me. "What are you drawing?", Rocky asked. I showed him my half finished sketch of a rose. "That actually looks good" Rocky said.
"Thanks", I finished sketching it, "I'm not finished. Hey, maybe I can draw a picture of you"
"Ok"
"Awesome" I flipped to an empty page in my notebook and began to sketch Rocky, "Don't move".
"Do you have any plans tonight?"
"Why?"
" Does it have to be why?"
"Yes, because there can be two different meanings behind 'do you have plans tonight?' "
"You seriously created two different meanings?"
"I didn't create, I know them and don't move"
"Ok, well, what are Ramona Morton's two meanings behind 'do you have plans tonight?' "
"Well, there's the first one that means just hanging out as friends, and the second one meaning you just want to fuck. So which one are you asking me?"
"Ok. Just checking", I laughed," I can't because I'm watching my sisters and brother while my mom's taking a night shift".
I turned to the corner of my eye and saw Marty and Clyde watching. They are me and Rocky's other friends. "Hi, Marty, hi Clyde" I said, letting them know I can see them. They waved back at me.
"Finished", I said.
"Let me see"
"Don't say anything bad about it",I held up a sketch of Rocky as he looked when he was sitting straight across from me. "Nice" he smiled, "Since you're busy tonight, how about Saturday?"
"Sure"
I walked with Rocky to pick Sam up from school, but when we got there, we saw Rocky and Sam's mom with Sam. "Mom, what happened?" Rocky asked Mrs. Merris. "Some boy beat up Sam during lunch" Mrs. Merris said. Sam had a bruise that formed around the side of his right eye. "Do you know who was it?" asked Rocky.
"Some kid named George Tooney"
"Oh god" Rocky commented. We both knew who George Tooney was. When I was in 1st grade, me and George were good friends until I met Rocky, and things turned ugly. George was jealous and started harassing me and taunting me until he was ordered by the principal to never bother me again. I never thought he would bully someone else, not even if it's Sam. I could literally hear my heart pound in anger. Sam was actually a nice kid, it just angers me that someone like George would do this to him.
When I walked in to my house, the first thing I heard was my parents fighting-as usual. My parents relationship isn't really the best. My dad's a therapist and my mom, who's a nurse, is pissed with him because she feels like he hasn't been doing much taking care of us. I love my parents, but it just gets under my skin hearing them fight, even in front of my younger siblings. "What you need to do is start giving a shit about your damn kids!" my mom yelled at my dad. "No, what YOU need to do", my dad snapped back, "is to start cutting me some slack for once! You know how long I've been working this fucking job!"
I saw my three-year-old sister Zoie sit there, watching my screaming parents. "Come on, Zoie" I picked her up and walked upstairs. I'm not going to have her listen to this. I love Zoie to death. It's clearly obvious since she's only three and she's the youngest, her cute silliness and sweetness always makes my day. "Hey, sis". my ten-year-old brother Kyle said as he walked up to me.
"Hey" I replied.
"They would not stop yelling at each other"
"I know" I sadly said, "How was school"
"It was good"
"That's awesome. Where's Jude and Autumn?" I asked about my eight year old brother and five-year-old sister.
"In Jude's room"
A loud sound of the door slamming was heard and I heard my mom throw a pan at the door. I looked at Jude and Autumn, who stood at the doorway of Jude's room with terrified looks on their faces. "Kids, come down here" my mom called. We all went downstairs and stood in front of my mom, who was still in her scrubs. "Your father and I haven't been getting along lately", she explained, "We've been having disagreements". That's statement is getting old. I hate when my mom treats me like I'm a child and says that her and my dad have "disagreements". Screaming at someone at the top of your lungs sounds more than a disagreement.
"Where's Dad?" Jude asked.
"Dad is going to stay at Uncle Tommy's house for a while" she said, "Anyway, I have to work a night shift which means that Ramona's in charge for the evening"
"I don't even need a babysitter, I'm 10" Kyle commented.
"Sorry, but tonight, I'm leaving Ramona in charge"
My mom looked me in the eye and said, "I trust you". "I know" I nodded. She hugged me. "You're such a big help" she said.
