Home

A couple weeks ago I went home....maybe a month ago. A month ago I went home and I was a little annoyed because I never really get much sleep when I'm there cause every morning I'm awoken by my named being called as if I was missing out on some plans that nobody told me about. Everybody would be dressed and ready to go and I would be strolling out in my pajamas and my family friends from Jamaica would joke about me always being late, but of course I'm late if you wake me up, AFTER everybody's ready. So on the last day I was there I was thinking screw this..everybody do your shopping thing I'm going back to O-town school's about to start I need to get situated....(god knows I'm going to pay for the times that I use lame excuses to get away from my home) But my mom's like your not going anywhere you going shopping with us...and I'm like...alright whatever.
I walk to my car and there's a note on my windshield with my driver's liscence picture and a note that say " I think I'm so cute with my big water head" immediately realize it's from my Uncle In Law and I can't even go into how weird of a discovery that was but I was so annoyed that nothing could bother me.
So I drive in a seperate car because there's no space in my mom's car and I get to my gran aunt's house who we're about to pick up and, my mom's like "Kelly's" going to ride with you. Kelly's about my age and can't hear or speak and I don't know sign language. I didn't really want to ride with Kelly only because there was a communication barrier and I would feel really awkward just sitting in the car looking angry...I didn't want her to think I was a bitch. So I kinda just stared a head and didn't jam to my radio because for some reason I thought it would be offensive. So we get to the department store and my little brother starts acting up...sometimes he cries in public because he's a brat at times. He wanted to rip the price stickers off and I wouldn't let him, I stuck them back on to the tags and called it a day. He runs away crying and wraps himself up in I'm assuming a really expensive, "little black dress" My brother cried so loud that Kelly who can't even hear 99% of the time, covered her ears. Kelly tries to go get him but I shake my head not to. "Let him cry" I mouth. She understands. So I'm waiting for him to cry and realize he's not going to get his way when this blonde sales associate comes walking by. "Is he lost" she says to another. I sat back and didn't say anything. He can be lost for a few minutes. "I want sticky" my brother cries" so the sales associate goes and get's some sales stickers and draws smiley faces on them. And I'm sitting there like...there's definetly no lesson being learned here. Be bad, get stickers from blonde ladies? I guess there's more of that to come in his life.