LyricaandMakayla

I left home with no thought of coming back. I was hurt and in a sense lonely because life as I knew it would be changed forever. I never thought it could happen to me. It felt as if it was just yesterday, I was at school eating lunch with my friends, and laughing as we walked through the hallways. Now I'm here in this unfamiliar building looking at walls I've never seen before, crying women, disappointed mothers, and I sit alone.

It was October 23, 2008. I was getting ready for the fall dance with Mariah. We were best friends. We had even bought matching earrings to coordinate with our glittering dresses. We laughed and sang around my room as we dressed, when suddenly I felt a strange corruption in my stomach. Before I knew it, I was hugging the bathroom toilet as Mariah held back my hair. Of course my first thought was that I had eaten something bad earlier that day and with no thought about it, we were off to the dance. We arrived at the dance an hour late. I had gotten sick two times on the way there, which I was thought was normal because I always got car sick. I assured Mariah I would be fine and we would make it a night to remember, and indeed it was.

Mariah and I left the dance early that night because I was starting to feel worse than before, and oddly it was only when I smelled the sweet scent of perfume and cologne which unfortunately filled the air. When we got to Mariah's house, she rushed me upstairs to her room and with a motherly face asked me gently was I pregnant. My only response was "I don't know" because before I could say more, she had went to her sister's room for a pregnancy test. It was the longest three minutes of my life, and an even longer moment of silence that followed the positive sign on the little screen.

I cried for days. No desire to tell my parents, talk to my siblings, or anyone at school. Mariah was the only one who knew what had happened and I couldn't even face her. I had made up my mind that I was to young to be a mother and I had many dreams and a baby wouldn't fit into them. Calls were made, appointments were scheduled, everything would be paid for, and the day came faster than I expected. It was a long ride to the doctor with fear and anxiety, and even longer ride alone. I walked through the door, signed in, and took a seat. My head fell and tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought about the protestors outside, and this form of life inside of me. Suddenly I felt a hand upon mine and I looked up to see Mariah's face full of tears too. She grabbed my hand tighter and said gently, "Your not alone."

About a decade ago two young girls met. One of the girls was named Kiyah. Kiyah was around the age of six. She had short, kinky, black hair. Her skin was of black,freshly brewed cup of coffee. The other girl, Kayla was around the age of six. She had very curly hair and always wore it in a ponytail. Her skin was of vanilla latté. The two girls met on the playground. It was a hot August day. The sun was beaming off the playground equipment and in the distance you could hear the sound of blue jays sing. Even since that wonderful day they met, they have been the best of friends. They bring out the best in each other. Although Kiyah was a lesbian Kayla never looked down upon her or loved her any less. Kiyah vowed to never hit on Kayla or her family. A vow in which she is soon to break. On one beautiful spring day, eleven years after they met, Kiyah was over at Kaylas house for a visit. Kiyah admitted her undying love for Kayla’s sister. Kayla was outraged. Her skin turned as red as an apple at the peek of ripeness. Infuriated, Kayla demanded that Kiyah leave her house that instant. “How could she betray my trust?” “How could she break her promise?” These questions and many more were running through Kayla’s head. She decided that she must get Kiyah back. “Of course!” Kayla thought. Like speedy Gonzales, she ran to the Mac laptop, thank you school, and logged into facebook.** * ** Typing like the speed of light, she posted Kiyahs deepest darkest secret. This secret was locked, in a vault way in the back of Kayla’s head, but it was now unleashed. Feeling delighted with her dead, Kayla fell into a peaceful sleep. The next day at school, Kiyah walked into what she thought was a nightmare. Everybody in the school was pointing and laughing at her. They all pointed with one finger. This gesture has some significance to the story, but its reasoning is to horrible to explain. Completely humiliated, Kiyah ran to the nearest restroom. The bathroom smelt of butt and smoke but Kiyah didn’t care. She felt as if she would never leave that tiny, dirty stall. Kiyah was betrayed. The betrayal felt as if her heart was ripped into two and thrown to a pack of navid dogs. The hunt was so powerful and mind numbing. All Kiyah could do was think of agony. After this horrible, unforgettable day, Kiyah and Kayla never spoke again. The bond they shared was gone. They were no longer Bonnie and Clyde. They were now like Simba and Mifasa. Forever out to seek revenge and destry one another.