Jenny

Marvy

I wasn’t allowed out of the house. Especially since we moved to Cleveland about 2 weeks ago. It was so boring. “Mom, its really not that bad. You cannot be serious!” Just me and my mom all day, all night. Every day, my mom takes a walk and goes to the little market 7 blocks away. She gets dinner.

Meh, i thought to myself. Same boring life, never changes. I’ll make it change. “I’ll be back in an hour, Marvy.” “okay” “be good” WHATEVER. -Can’t promise anything- It was 3:00 and I had about an hour and a half. I grabbed my old cracked watch, scrambled to find two shoes, they didn’t match, and gingerly but determined slipped out of the stuffy apartment door. I galloped down 6 flights of stairs and slammed against the door to push it open as fast as I possibly could. I ran around the sharp corner, my dark blonde braids hitting my face. Feeling like a spy, I stopped to catch my breath. I turned another block and hid behind a bush, even though i wasn't hiding from anything at all. I guess it was just fun... I watched my back as i step behind a cute, little, yet big garden in the middle of where a lot of apartment buildings were. I pass plants with old chicken wire around them. It was just like a gravayard. A dead plant graveyard.

"PST" oh no. "PSTTTT!!! you!" a creepy voice hissed.

Was this what mom was talking about? i know this isnt really the reason that i cant go outside, but still??? No, it couldnt be. "Come here, its January!" January? "No." my voice spilled out. "Isn't it november?" i said confidently but came out more as a question. "you have got to be kidding me! meet me here again tomorrow at 3:00. Dont be late." the voice demanded again. As i shook my way home, i relized that this couldnt be good, couldnt be good at all, but i would still end up going. It turned out the same as yesterday, just feeling more scared. I am just going to let you in on something now, its not the usual reason why i cant go running around in cleveland, yahdayahdayahda. I have Lukiemia. it just isnt safe. yes, i care about myself but you know how i am...Its so dirty out there, but i just like to have some fun sometimes. P.s. i wear a wig. "Hey, im January" No wonder. "Come here, its January!" January? "No." my voice spilled out. "Its november." I clutched my bag of seeds. She asked me questions about myself and it just spilled out, the lukeimia part. She was just talking and telling me i could call her Jannie, when she complimented my hair. "Your hair is so pretty!" she said sweetly. "Thanks, its a wig but..." Jannie cut me off. "A WIG?!" "yeah... wow i really didnt mean to tell you that. You can't tell anyone understand???" "yeah of course, just i really didnt see that coming." That was a huge mistake. Wow. I can be so stupid. I bent over to feel my wheat. It was perfect, just not quite ready. "hey... do-do-do you want to come to my house for a bit?" She politley asked, with a stutter. "i can't i have things to do. I start school tomorrow" That was true, but i really didnt have things to do but i just needed to get home because if my mom knew i went out, she would freak out. I ran home. "Good luck" she called behind me. I came back the next day, but at 2:00, January wasn't there. I had come to pick my grains to use in my bread. They were perfect. "Hey..." "Hey...? Who-" The other new girl cut me off. "I'm Tamica" "I'm Marvy" I collected my Rye and strutted away without looking back.