Page 125 of Not My Type
I laugh pointing at my myself. “Me ruff yuh up? Wah mek yuh so lie b?” She smiles.
She takes out the straw from her Stanley cup, putting it in her mouth like a spliff before she sits back, making a straight face. “Nuh ask me nutt’n!” She mocks me. A you that fi real G.
I sigh. “A nuh ruff up that?” She asks and I nod because that’s what she wants to see then she puts back the straw. “Talk to me,” her eyes on me.
Mi cya tell har this at all and mi nuh wah lie to har so it better if mi mek eh rest.
“Mi feel better now so figet that,” I sit beside her.
She nods slowly. “Okay.”
“Yuh have school tomorrow?” I ask her and she nods.
“Yeah why?” her eyes fixed on me.
“Mi did wah bring you and Ms. Sandra to Mystic Mountain,” I say and she gets excited.
“Really?” She beams and I nod. “When?”
“Tomorrow morning so you can mek Mama know,” I chuckle and slide out of the back.
Thinking of it, mi never yet sit in the back of the Benz enuh and Zara mek mi do it. In every aspect of my life even when it insignificant, she have me a do things weh mi never do before.
“Bye Hanett!” I hear and look to the side. Ms. Sandra is coming.
I look back at Zara. “Come back in the front,” I tell her, going back in the driver’s seat.
“Me have unuh a wait long?” Mama asks with a chuckle.
I shake my head no. “No sah yuh good man,” Zara gets in the front. I look at her for a while before I check if Ms. Sandra is okay.
“You alright?” I stare at her. She looks tired.
“Yes mi bwoy,” she says wiping her face with her rag.
“Ah, gimme a minute,” I get out of the car. I don’t really know these people but for some reason I get a little genuine vibe from them. A nice people them.
Then again, people so deceiving nowadays so them probably a pretend but mi nah go be negative right now. I approach a few of them that my spirit take, telling them that I’m going to leave. I spot Henry glaring at me and I look at the ladies.
“Take care.” I smirk.
They wave and smile. “I’d love to see you again!” I hear and chuckle to myself.
Nah see me ag–dawg? easy.
“Fi real mon, unuh big up unuh self zeen,” I rasp and walk away.
My phone rings. I swipe the screen. “Juaqína mi cya talk now,” I close the gate.
She sighs. “Not like yuh ever available, but Gutta tell me say you did wah talk to me,” Oh yeah.
“Not now mi a call yuh later,” I tell her and hang up.
I pull the door and notice that Zara is looking at her grandmother in the back who is on the phone. “We nuh lef yet so why yuh nuh run come? Space in here.” I get in and close the door.
“Yes Michelle,” I hear her say.
“Mommy a come, okay,” Zara tells me. I open my phone and spot a message from an unsaved number. I hiss. Who deh give out man number? I check my mother’s message.
