Angie IV
By: Mia L. Hazlett
11/9/14
The other day I was at ball and twisted my ankle. I really didn’t think about it until practice last night. I stepped on it wrong or somethin’.
My mother is picking me up today. I have to go to the doctors to get my ankle checked out. Aww damn. I see the car ahead of us by a few, it’s Angie’s mom. I forgot Angie’s final period is over here today. Uh-oh, she’s getting out of her car. She opens the back door and takes her coat off. As she puts it on a hanger, she glances back and then stops. She’s walking towards us.
“Hey isn’t that your friend’s mother? What’s her name? Angela?” my mother rolls her window down as Angie’s mom smiles outside the car.
“Hi,” she offers her hand so my mom can shake it, “I’m Calise, Angela’s mother. We’ve met before.”
“Oh yes, I remember. It was at one of the dances. Right?” my mother asks and shakes her hand.
“Would you mind stepping out of the car so we can have a conversation?” Angie’s mother asks.
“Um,” my mother hesitates, but gets out.
I really can’t hear what they’re sayin’, but I’m pretty sure it’s about me. They keep looking back at me.
“I don’t know what you’re little hoochie daughter is telling you, but my son is a basketball player and doesn’t have time for little girls. You’re mistaken,” my mother shouts and gets back into the car.
“Ask him. He’s right there,” she points at me and gives me a death glare.
“You need to go back to your car. Get away from us,” my mother shouts as the window glides up. I slink down in the seat, hoping no one can see me.
Angie’s mother hits the window with her hand, “Go fuck yourself.” she says before walking to her car.
“Yo mom, that chick is crazy,” I say right before my mother’s hand slaps me across the face.
“Shut up. Just shut up Christopher. Don’t say a word to me. I am so disappointed in you right now.”
Copyright © 2014, Mia L. Hazlett
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