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needed to get it together.
I decided to nix it. I had my own day to worry about.
“All right,” Cousin Shake announced. “Time’s up!”
Ms. Minnie cleared the table. “You all have a wonderful day!”
“That’s right,” Cousin Shake added. “Enjoy your day and just know I love y’all.”
Just when I thought he was a monster, he proves that he’s human.
“Bye, Ms. Minnie. Bye, Cousin Shake,” we all said, leaving the kitchen.
“Malik, where are your sneakers?” Ms. Grier asked as we headed toward the front door.
“Oh, I forgot to put them on.” He ran upstairs to his room.
“All right,” Toi said. “I have to get Noah to daycare and get to class! Bye.”
“Oh, snap,” Man-Man said as he patted the side pocket of his jeans. “I must’ve left my phone upstairs. Hold up for a minute, Gem.” He raced up the stairs, and left me and Ms. Grier standing here together.
After a moment of silence Ms. Grier said, “So, Gem, you look really cute this morning.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you excited?”
“No, I’m going to tenth grade, not kindergarten.” I knew I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been asked that question twice and both times it reminded me that I was anything but excited. “I’ma go and check on Malik and see what’s taking him so long.”
Before she could go off I’d run up the stairs and into Malik’s room.
“Yo,” I said to him. “What’s taking you so long?”
“What are you doing in here?” he said in a panic.
“Wondering why you’re taking so long. Duh.”
“I can’t find my sneakers.”
I pointed to a corner in his room where sneaker boxes were stacked on top of each other. “Ms. Grier bought you tons of sneakers, wear another pair.”
“No, Baby-Tot-Tot has to look sharp, like Cousin Shake said.” Malik shook his head. “And I have to wear my Vans on the first day.”
I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling. “You gon’ make everybody late.” I walked around the room, to help him look for the sneakers.
“I don’t need your help,” Malik snapped at me.
“Boy, please.” I waved him off, got on my knees, and looked under the bed.
“I said I don’t need your help!” he screamed.
“I already know it’s a zoo under here.” I dipped my head under the bed. “So don’t... yell at me... again!” There was a ton of stuff under this bed, none of which I could really see because under the bed was dark. “You need to clean up!” I grabbed a garbage bag and dragged it from under his bed.
“What is going on up here?” Ms. Grier said walking in.
“What’s taking you so long? You two need to get going.”
“I was trying to help him look for his Vans.”
“They are hanging on the shoe rack,” she said. “I put them there last night. All you had to do was look behind the door.”
Duh!
Ms. Grier grabbed the sneakers as I stood up and dusted my jeans. The bag I’d just dragged from under Malik’s bed caught my eye. It was an untied black garbage bag with food and loads of snacks inside . . .
What the...
I peeped at Malik and he held his head down. I felt like choking him.
I don’t believe this. I took my foot and tried to kick the bag back under the bed. It was too bulky to fit back in place easily, and all my foot did was rip it.
“What are you doing, Gem?” Ms. Grier asked. She walked over to where I stood and pointed to the garbage bag.
“Nothing, I was just—”
“About to lie,” she completed my sentence. “Now what is that?” She reached for the bag and looked at Malik. “Young man, when I told you to clean up your room yesterday I didn’t mean stuff the trash under the bed! I see you and your big brother have a lot in common.” She picked up the torn bag and everything in it fell out and splattered across the carpeted floor: cereal, chicken nuggets, fruit snacks, chips, and a box of Capri Sun juice.
Dead...
“What is this?” Ms. Grier asked. The expression on her face let me know
I decided to nix it. I had my own day to worry about.
“All right,” Cousin Shake announced. “Time’s up!”
Ms. Minnie cleared the table. “You all have a wonderful day!”
“That’s right,” Cousin Shake added. “Enjoy your day and just know I love y’all.”
Just when I thought he was a monster, he proves that he’s human.
“Bye, Ms. Minnie. Bye, Cousin Shake,” we all said, leaving the kitchen.
“Malik, where are your sneakers?” Ms. Grier asked as we headed toward the front door.
“Oh, I forgot to put them on.” He ran upstairs to his room.
“All right,” Toi said. “I have to get Noah to daycare and get to class! Bye.”
“Oh, snap,” Man-Man said as he patted the side pocket of his jeans. “I must’ve left my phone upstairs. Hold up for a minute, Gem.” He raced up the stairs, and left me and Ms. Grier standing here together.
After a moment of silence Ms. Grier said, “So, Gem, you look really cute this morning.”
“Thank you.”
“Are you excited?”
“No, I’m going to tenth grade, not kindergarten.” I knew I shouldn’t have said that, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been asked that question twice and both times it reminded me that I was anything but excited. “I’ma go and check on Malik and see what’s taking him so long.”
Before she could go off I’d run up the stairs and into Malik’s room.
“Yo,” I said to him. “What’s taking you so long?”
“What are you doing in here?” he said in a panic.
“Wondering why you’re taking so long. Duh.”
“I can’t find my sneakers.”
I pointed to a corner in his room where sneaker boxes were stacked on top of each other. “Ms. Grier bought you tons of sneakers, wear another pair.”
“No, Baby-Tot-Tot has to look sharp, like Cousin Shake said.” Malik shook his head. “And I have to wear my Vans on the first day.”
I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling. “You gon’ make everybody late.” I walked around the room, to help him look for the sneakers.
“I don’t need your help,” Malik snapped at me.
“Boy, please.” I waved him off, got on my knees, and looked under the bed.
“I said I don’t need your help!” he screamed.
“I already know it’s a zoo under here.” I dipped my head under the bed. “So don’t... yell at me... again!” There was a ton of stuff under this bed, none of which I could really see because under the bed was dark. “You need to clean up!” I grabbed a garbage bag and dragged it from under his bed.
“What is going on up here?” Ms. Grier said walking in.
“What’s taking you so long? You two need to get going.”
“I was trying to help him look for his Vans.”
“They are hanging on the shoe rack,” she said. “I put them there last night. All you had to do was look behind the door.”
Duh!
Ms. Grier grabbed the sneakers as I stood up and dusted my jeans. The bag I’d just dragged from under Malik’s bed caught my eye. It was an untied black garbage bag with food and loads of snacks inside . . .
What the...
I peeped at Malik and he held his head down. I felt like choking him.
I don’t believe this. I took my foot and tried to kick the bag back under the bed. It was too bulky to fit back in place easily, and all my foot did was rip it.
“What are you doing, Gem?” Ms. Grier asked. She walked over to where I stood and pointed to the garbage bag.
“Nothing, I was just—”
“About to lie,” she completed my sentence. “Now what is that?” She reached for the bag and looked at Malik. “Young man, when I told you to clean up your room yesterday I didn’t mean stuff the trash under the bed! I see you and your big brother have a lot in common.” She picked up the torn bag and everything in it fell out and splattered across the carpeted floor: cereal, chicken nuggets, fruit snacks, chips, and a box of Capri Sun juice.
Dead...
“What is this?” Ms. Grier asked. The expression on her face let me know
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