Chapter 19: Indie - Aunt Lucinda, aka, "Lucy"
I'M WEARING THE big shirt with some print on it to match Esmerelda. We skipped school yesterday and we went to the mall to just walk around, we went thrifting, we also got hot coffee because it's super cold here in Tennessee. It's like winter way before every other state, I feel like. I'm just hoping Cassy never finds out. I hope it's a secret that lies with me in my grave buried 6 feet deep underneath the ground and everything on it.
Cass comes into my room, "Come on. Are you riding with me or with someone else?"
"Well, since you're a trader, I'm riding with someone else."
She sighs a miserable sigh and trots off.
"Is Uncle Kimmy at work today?" I say as she turns around almost to the first step on the stairs.
"Yes, Malauge."
"Uch!" Esmerelda, aka, Esy isn't here today so I call Violet up but she has the strictest parents in the universe. I stay in my room as I watch Cassy leave in her car. Another day of missing school. I lie on my bed as if the world stopped spinning as I fall asleep.
I check my watch, "4:05," I whisper to myself. I walk around my neighborhood for about four hours before I go back inside. My neighborhood consists of old people and babies. I wish there's at least one teenager in the boring; dull neighborhood. I watch tv on my laptop in my room. I look around before getting lost in the mesmerizing image on my computer.
After "school", I hear the sound of someone closing the door. I run downstairs. It's not Uncle Kimmy and It's not Cassidy, even though she's a woman. The woman has red hair, freckles and she's heavy set. Two kids come in and ask me, "Where's uncle Kim at?"
The two kids both have brown hair and are thin. One's a girl and one's a boy. They all have thick country accents. Is she Uncle Kimmy's sister? I thought she was going to be black, tall, and thin like Uncle Kimmy is? Why is she here? Why do we have to--
"Where's Uncle Kim at, lady? You gonna stand there or tell us where he is?" The little boy interrupts my thoughts.
"Uh, work."
The tiny boy sits on the couch as he kicks his nasty feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch.
"Boy, say you're sorry! He gits a little like that, sometimes. Hi, I'm your aunt Lucinda from your Mama's side, but you can call me Lucy. You put up nicely," she says with the thickest country accent ever. Did my mother have a country accent?
"Thanks?" I say with a tiny voice. I wish I was a star; nonexistent, gone, invisible to the naked eye; invisible.
I go up to my room and I cry, and I cry until I can't cry anymore.
Uncle Kimmy knocks on my door after putting everything up in his office, which is the room beside me. I wipe my tears and pretend to be on my phone.
"Ryan, again?"
"I wish."
"My sister, Lucy's here."
"I know."
"Hey, when you get to know her, she's super funny."
"I know, we talked before I came up here."
"Oh, cool."
Her son's a mess but her daughter and got along, though.
"Come on downstairs, Indiana."
"Can anyone call me Indie, god?!"
"Okay, okay," he says as closes my door behind me. I never asked for this. It's as if my input doesn't matter, as if my entire world is just crushed in a matter of seconds. I want to cry and run so far away to an unknown place and drink lots and lots of lemonade, but I just go downstairs as I put up with this shit; a day of misery.
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