Today I was awoken by my older (only in age) brother banging on my door. It’s basically 7:20 in the morning. I didn’t have a clock on me at the time soo… Judging by the fact that it’s currently 7:58.. I can only estimate.
My younger brother left his laptop on his desk, he has alarms on it so he can wake up. He forgot to turn the laptop off or take it into his room. So my parents had to turn the alarm off at like 5 in the morning. Apparently my brother stupidly kept our test alarm with the text script I typed out after they suggested and laughed about it. It was titled “Wake up nigga wake up, you need to write them papers.” Be mindful that I am fully Black, my whole immediate family is Black. My parents text my brother at 7 am (I lost my phone on the X2 at Magic Mountain on Saturday. There was no recovering it.) about it. Saying how it was SO INAPPROPRIATE and I NEEDED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF.. HE WAKES ME UP FOR THIS CRAP.
HE KNOWS THAT WASN’T ALL ON ME, THEY BOTH DO. But, because they’re cowards they leave me to take all the blame. So after I basically said, We were all joking around. It was a test alarm, I didn’t know he kept it, “older brother” didn’t know he kept it. My mom says it’s not something to joke about. It said Nigga. and only once. I didn’t put hard R. and even IF I did. IT’S A TERM, I, A BLACK PERSON, CAN USE. And the fact that my mom read it as: “Wake up little nigga. You need to go write those papers.” Is so SAD. DO I LOOK LIKE SOME BRITISH POET WITH A WILLOWY VOICE?
I was quoting Kanye West, from his song Feedback. The lines go “Y’all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? / Wake up, nigga, wake up / We ‘bout to get this paper “
And then my dad has the audacity to say we can’t do school in the evening anymore. It has to get done in the morning. I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU COMPLETE ALL MY WORK BY THE AFTERNOON. I’m a month away from graduation and I’m going to fail if that’s how it’s going to be.
Everyone cares about themselves and that’s it.
If that’s how it’s going to keep being, since I physically typed it I’m the in the wrong. No one’s coming to my defense at ALL. No one is big enough to step up and say “Oh, hey, that actually wasn’t just Armae. It’s my bad too. We should have thought of something else.” OR ANYTHING. LIKE WTF.
Do I really need to just stop being around my family. I already went down that depressed hermit road. If that’s the case I’m spending all my free time at our local park, until It’s time to come home and then I’ll be in my room.
I’m so done with this family.
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