Life is a bit of hell by Cache' Evans (ereader ebook .txt) 📖

nodded my head and did what she told me. I knocked on her door I didn’t want to be rude just walking into somebody’s room like that. She opened her door. She had on some shorts with a green and white aeropostle shirt on. “Hey Jay, I didn’t even know you were here. Are we ready to go?” I was looking around her room. “Umm no not yet, Aunt Margaret is sitting at the table talking to your mom. Did you take all the pictures? “Yea I love taking pictures that one thing my dad taught me how to do. We have a dark room in the back of the house. I’ll show it to you if you want to go see it.” “Yea I’ll love too. I never really have been into one before. Is it hard preparing the pictures?” “It’s not hard I’ll show you when we have time sometime. Maybe one day you can spend a night over here and I’ll show you. I usually take pictures of my drawing and crazy unusual stuff.” I kept looking at the pictures I pointed to the one with the green eyes with a tear coming down. “I really like this one it’s cool how you got the eye like that.” “It was easy I took that of one of my friends well my use to be friends. She loved wearing mascara and eyeliner so with that one tear that I got made it even better.” I looked at for a little while longer. “Yea, well we can take your stuff to the car and then go to the dark room if you want?” She handed me like a little overnight bag and she carried her camera and purse and another bag. We walked to the car her sisters were now laying in the sun. Like they were trying to get a tan even though they already had one with their caramelized skin it looked really soft. “Not to be rude but are you and your sisters mixed?” She laughed, “Yea we are, my dad is black and Dominican and Indian and on his mom side Chinese and black. So yea we’re mixed with a lot of stuff. I guess that’s why our skin is so light and we have this long black hair that’s pretty easy to do. Then my mom is white and Puerto Rican. Her mom was white and her dad was Puerto Rican. That’s why she has that tan also. We’re like mutts, our breed is going to have so much heritage it won’t make sense.” “Wow, I never heard of so much mixed together and then all in one.” She laughed at me, “Well you look like you’re mixed. Your skin isn’t like as dark as light skin black people its lighter.” “That’s because I am my dad is white and my mom is black and Indian. I’m surprised I don’t have bad hair like most mixed people.” We both start laughing. “Most people just think I’m half black and white with a little Mexican and I’m not even Mexican. When people meet us they say oh my god your kids have the most beautiful skin but to me we are just mutts with no definite ethnicity.” “We’ll don’t think of yourself as a mutt because I am too even if being biracial is more common for me. I mean people tell me I have pretty skin with the most amazing hair and my mom just smiles. I just think of myself as somebody that doesn’t fit in. I can’t be black because I’m not dark enough I can’t be white because I’m not pale enough. I’m like you a mutt that has nowhere to fit in. That’s one thing we have in common even if it does seem like a bad thing. Sometime the worse things may be the best things in your life.” She smiled at me, “Well I guess Aunt Margaret should be ready to go any minute now because I know I surely am.” We start laughing and Aunt Margaret was walking out the house. She yelled across the yard, “Come on I’m ready now. Once I get started talking to someone I just can’t stop I’m a blubber mouth.” I nodded my head and whispered to Ali, “Yea she really is she can talk for hours if you let her. I guess that’s why I talk so much because my mom and dad are conservative people unlike me.” She gave me this look from across the yard with a smile sneaking up on her face. I smiled back at her innocently. We get in the car I sit in the backseat with Ali. “So Ali is you glad to be out of the house?” “Yes ma’am I hardly ever get a chance to get out of the house with mama working and me having to babysit my two sisters who are a mess, they do the craziest things.” “Yea they do, I can tell just how they we’re acting when I got there.” We all start laughing. I looked over at Aunt Margaret it looked like she was sufficing pain but I ignored it. I looked away when she turned to look at me. “Well I know that Jayla has a lot of stuff for ya’ll planned today. So if you two need anything just ask. I think I’m going to relax today.”
We pulled in the driveway and I seen dylan riding the lawnmower he waved at me. I waved back and Ali waved also. “Oh, I’m sorry that’s my friend I met on the plane his name is Dylan. We’ve been hanging out since I got here.” “You make friends quick I see. I guess you’re one of those outgoing people.” “Not really I guess it’s because I’m in a different place and people can’t hold anything against you here because they don’t know anything about you. It’s like a fresh start.” I start walking in the house she followed behind me. “This is a nice room I see you decorated it with like your personality splashed all over. I use to come over and spend a night with Mrs. Magaret all the time and this is the room I slept in I don’t know but I always liked this room.” “Yea it is a nice room. So what do you want to do first? How about if we go swimming?” “I don’t have a bathing suit though all I brought is clothes.” “I have one you can fit you don’t mind wearing a two piece do you?” she shook her head no then I through her my second favorite bathing suit that was black pink and purple with pooka dots. I wore just my plain white and purple one.
We came in from being at the lake all day and took a shower. “I had fun being at the lake I haven’t did something like that since before my dad left us but that was really fun. I love swimming too.” “Yea I see and you’re a fast swimmer I don’t go swimming a lot I usually just go sit on the beach back at home.” “I would think you go swimming a lot especially since you live in florida.” “Nope I just sit on the beach especially when the sun goes down and I write poems little silly one’s.” “that’s cool I like reading poems writing isn’t my thing.” “come on let’s go walk for a little while.” We left out of the house Aunt Margaret was still sleeping and like always we ran right into Dylan like literarly. Ali was blushing when she ran into him well when we both ran into him. “Hey Dylan, I figured we’ll run into you sometime well not like really running into you.” He laughed, “Well it’s ok I wanted to talk to you anyways.” I gave him this look I didn’t understand why he wanted to talk to me. I should of made it clear on the first day is that I don’t date boys are to much responsibility and I guess he figured I was curious. “Not like that I mean just talking to you is nice and fun. You’re so cool and easy to talk too.” Ali didn’t say nothing that whole minute. She just smiled at him and I could tell she was in a gaze so I finally gave her the elbow. “So what are ya’ll doing out here I seen ya’ll at the lake swimming and goofing around.” This time Ali spoke. “Oh, Jayla just wanted to come and walk.” Then both of there eyes laid on me. I just smiled at both of them. Dylan cleared out his thoart. “umm I think I seen you around here before I come here every summer with my dad.” “Yea I’ve seen you around here I just didn’t know where though.” “That’s cool so do we all want to keep walking or we can sit here on the grass.” We decided to sit on the grass. That day we all became best friends it was one of those memorable moments.

Chapter 3

That week went by so fast. I was always either at Ali’s or hanging with Dylan or we was all with each other. Being here in Arkansas was the best it was also the funest time I’ve had and like forever. Every since the divorce I’ve been uneased with everything. “Jayla have you talked to your mom since you’ve been here?” “umm not really I’ve emailed her a couple times to give her updates on what’s been going on other than that nope. I mean I haven’t even talked to my dad.” “What about your friends?” “What friends? Aunt Margaret, I don’t have any friends well I do now but I don’t there. I use to but people change and you just grow apart. I never really needed friends anyways.” “Girl, why would you say something like that? You always need somebody to help you cope with stuff. It’s like your friends now you, Ali, and Dylan. Ali didn’t have anybody and now she has you and Dylan and it’s the same with Dylan. Don’t be stubborn like your mama and think you can do everything yourself like you don’t need anybody because apparently you do or you wouldn’t be here with me. Am I right or am I just right?” She smiled at me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sweetie I know the divorce was hard on you it was hard on your mama too. It was hard on everybody but now it’s time for you to get back in the swing of things. Also you need to call your mama I’m sure she miss hearing your voice.” I took sigh and looked out the window holding back tears. My thoart felt tight like I was suffocating. It’s like something just brought this on itself. Then I wiped at my eyes like they we’re irratating me like the sun was making it to hard to see and looked at Aunt Margaret. “Don’t you think she might be busy working. I mean that’s all she ever did when I was there was work she always worked every since I could remember she loves that resturant it’s like it’s her life.” “Yes you’re right that resturant is important her. She chuckles a little, I mean that resturant was your mom’s dream every since she was little she would go in the kitchen with me and say let’s make soul food she loved trying new things experimenting with food. I thought it was a waste I mean I wasn’t working two jobs to bring in food just for us to experiment with it we didn’t have that type of money. I told her that she needed her a resturant. She looked at me in the eye and said that’s what I’m going to do too.