LATER....

That morning, everyone got ready to their best ability.

We go out to eat breakfast. We go to IHOP.

After that, Marcus takes them home.

We eventually decide there is nothing to do so we go to a park and just sit there, talking.

We didn't talk about anything interesting.

Literally only talked about his family. His mom is apparently very kind, he didn't mention his father, his uncle is strict but shows him how to be a man, and he mentioned his grandma being really old school and despises his life decisions, but he says he loves her anyway.

After it's around the same time that we get out of school, we go our separate ways. I was thankful because I'm not trying to be mean, but that was really boring.

I go home, and my dad is there.

"Where the hell were you?" He asks, his voice proving that he was drunk. He also had a bottle of vodka in his hand.

"School." I shrug.

He throws the bottle of Vodka at me. Luckily, it misses, and shatters at my feet.

"No the hell you weren't! I got a call from your school saying that you weren't at school, yesterday, or today." He shouts, coming close to me.

"I wasn't feeling good." I lie.

"That's a lie, Brianna!" He yells in my face.

I open my mouth to say something but before I can speak, he slaps me.

He begins to kick me in the face multiple times. The kicks aren't as strong because he's drunk, but strong enough to give me a pretty swollen bloody lip.

He then walks away, and storms upstairs to his room.

I run upstairs to my room. I think about grabbing my box cutter, but instead, I go into the bathroom to take my emergency blood addiction medicine. I grab it and take two.

THE NEXT MORNING

Thursday, February 28th

Last night, my dad came upstairs and left. I don't know what he did, or where he was going. I just heard him leave. I went to bed early.

When my alarm went off, I crawl out of bed slowly. I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. My lip is swollen. I was actually excited to see Marcus today. It's kind of cool having a friends. But I'd have to make this lip look less swollen. I decide to put lip plumper on my entire mouth, that way it matches the swollen part, and looks kind of normal. My lips were already naturally full, so I didn't put too much. When it finally looks normal, I open up the mirror to take my medicine. When I look, the only one that's left is my PTSD medicine and my memory loss medicine. I have PTSD, but it doesn't bother me that much. It's only because I have nightmares often. I also forget things often, but it's not too bad. I immediately guessed what happened. My dad took them. He'd done it before. To get money. Except I was 12, and I had just gotten my tonsils and adenoids taken out. They gave me promethazine mixed with codeine and he took it and sold it. I was in so much pain, but slowly recovered without it. So this time he took all my important medicine. My PTSD and memory medicine are probably the least important in my opinion.

Thirty minutes later, I have a panic attack on my bedroom floor. I was freaking out, and going over scenarios of how this day would go.

Also, auditions for the play were today during club time.

I would for sure be depressed all day, anxious all day, angry (because of my IED), I would be restless, because of my ADHD, and if I came in contact with blood. It'd be over.

I get ready for the day, and head to school.

I am in an immediate bad mood.

When I walk into the school, I slam the door. I go to my locker, and aggressively get out my books. Then, I slam my locker shut. Marcus pops up beside me.

"Woah, slow down, Brianna Rose.." He says.

I glare at him.

"What's wrong with you?" He whispers.

"Look, I'm not in a good mood today. I have my reasons, and you should just leave me alone." I snap.

He smirks.

"Friends don't let their friends be moody alone." He says.

"God damnit, Marcus! Just leave me the hell alone!" I yell.

Everyone in the hallway looks at me. My heart begins to race and I rush to my class, with tears in my eyes.

When I enter the class, we have a substitute teacher.

I sit down, and put my head down on my desk. I eventually realize that I am bouncing my leg up and down, causing my knee to hit the desk over and over again.

"Uhm, young lady in all the black." The teacher says.

I don't look up.

I was wearing black high waisted jeans and a black longsleeved crop top. I also had on a padlock necklace, and a plain fake silver necklace that resembled a chain. Under all that, I was wearing a sliver heart locket. Kassie gave it to me. It was to "calm me down" but I think it was a lie.

"Miss. With the black hair.." He continues.

I hear someone whispering.

"Brianna." The teacher calls.

I look up. Annoying Claire is returning to her seat.

"Did I give you permission to tell this old guy my name, Claire?" I snap.

She ignores me.

"Miss Brianna." The teacher says.

I look at him.

"Could you stop banging your desk, it's becoming distracting." He says.

"Make me." I say, glaring at him.

"Just stop." He says, giving up.

I continue to do it just to bother him.

"Okay, that's it!" The teacher snaps.

"To the principals office!" He shouts at me.

Marcus stares at me.

I give him a glare. It was a glare full of anger, but also sympathy.

"Aye, just let it slide dude. It ain't that serious." Marcus tells the teacher.

"Oh so you wanna go too??" The teacher says to Marcus.

"Sure bro, I don't care." He shrugs.

In the end, I got sent to the principals office and he didn't, but he joined me later.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I got sent here for being talkative in class" Marcus shrugs.

"Brianna, Marcus, come in." The principal says.

We walk in.

"Brianna your behavior and speaking out is completely shocking but after taking a look at your file, I will let you off with a warning because of your...uhm.."

She looks at Marcus, and then back to me.

"Situation. But uh..I do not want you to do it again. I will contact the substitute and let him know of your past issues and files and...things. But uh, your father will be called next time this occurs."

My heart races at the mention of phoning my father. I nod.

I then leave the office and Marcus comes up to me while I'm in the halI way.

"Ooh, Brianna Rose has a secret past." He says, dragging it out.

"No I don't." I say.

"Then what situation is she talking about?"

"Honestly, it's none of your business. And I have play auditions today, so if you could leave me alone, that'd be fantastic."

"Whatever, Rose. But you can't hide things forever."

I walk away from him and into the bathroom.

Btw, this title was picked based on that song where it's like "I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin dope, mother f*****r I am, I am" you can guess the rest. The song is called "Neighbors by J Cole"

It's a song about an incident that happened in March of 2016. Cole rented a house in NC to use a studio, it was referred to as the "Sheltuh". The house was raided by Swat Team members after the neighbors reported that they think the house was being used to distribute drugs. After raising the house, no drugs were found. Just a recording studio. I think it's an important song and here are the lyrics:

I DO NOT OWN THESE. J COLE DOES.

Neighbors By J Cole-

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Yeah the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope

I don't want no picture with the president

I just wanna talk to the man

Speak for the boys in the bando

And my n**** never walkin' again

Apologized if I'm harpin' again

I know these things happen often

But I'm back on the scene

I was lost in a dream as I write this

A teen down in Austin

I been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma

Won't believe what it's costin'

And it's fit for a king, right?

Or a n**** that could sing

And explain all the pain that it cost him

My sixteen should've came with a coffin

F*** the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune

But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'

That's why I moved away, I needed privacy

Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League

Students that's recruited highly

Thinkin' you do you and I do me

Crib has got a big 'ol backyard

My n***** stand outside and pass cigars

Filled with marijuana, laughin' hard

Thankful that they friend's a platinum star

In the driveway there's no rapper cars

Just some shit to get from back and forth

Just some shit to get from back and forth

Welcome to the shelter, this is pure

We'll help you if you've felt too insecure

To be the star you always knew you were

Wait, I think police is at the door

Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope

Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope

The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm

I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Well motherf****r, I am

Some things you can't escape

Death, taxes, NRA

It's this society that make

Every n**** feel like a candidate

For a Trayvon kinda fate

Even when your crib sit on a lake

Even when your plaques hang on a wall

Even when the president jam your tape

Took a little break just to annotate

How I feel, damn it's late

I can't sleep 'cause I'm paranoid

Black in a white man territory

Cops bust in with the army guns

No evidence of the harm we done

Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang

Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn

Don't follow me, don't follow me

Don't follow me, don't follow me

Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope

The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm

I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me)

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope

Well motherf****r, I am

I am, I am, I am, I am

Well mother****** I am

I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope

I am, I am, I am

Well motherf****r I am

So much for integration

Don't know what I was thinkin'

I'm movin' back to Southside

So much for integration

Don't know what I was thinkin'

I'm movin' back to Southside

I copied and pasted these from LyricFind so that's my source. I tried to block out curse words, but I couldn't get all of them. I DO NOT OWN THOSE.

But listen to that one part, "black in a white mans territory"

People assumed he was sellin dope because he was black. wOw.

That's messed up man, ngl

All races can be racist. No racism is right though.

Just be nice guys! :D

I LOVE U WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND REMEMBER, YOU ARE AWESOME

I'm watching spongebob and Squidward said "I have a confession" and spongebob said "your bald?" And squidward was like "NO IM NOT BALD, IM ALIIIVE"

ok squiddy, keep tellin ur self that 👌