Chapter Four

Parents and Teachers Association had a meeting tomorrow, parents are supposed to come. I hated meetings like this

Slowly walking to dad's study, I knock on the door. Silence.

"Come in" I slowly push open the oak door, stepping in.

He was behind his table, papers scattered around. Windows open and curtains drawn back. Staring at me with those black orbs I inherited.

"What can I do for you?" He ask

No 'how are you?' Not even a 'how did your day go?'

"PTA meeting tomorrow, you are expected to come"

He wants me to be gone from his sight and I know it.

"Why?" I don't know maybe Cause you are the PTA chairman.

"All parents are expected to come" I answer instead

"Isn't the money I pay them monthly enough"

"Is money everything to you?" I ask

"What?"

"The meeting is by 11am" I answer leaving the room.

"Ah, my daughter, you are home already, how was school?" Mother asks, she was holding a tray filled with food for him. She peered up at me smiling

"It was okay i guessl" I shrug

"Food in the kitchen, wash up and eat, you must be tired" She says pushing the door open with her hip, as she balances the tray well on her hand.

I watch her as she closes the door behind her.

Sometimes I wish she stopped slaving for him, and gets a divorce.

I wash up wearing a black singlet and shorts. I grab my phone and some money putting on my crocs.

I head down.

"Where is this one going to?" ikenna asks leaning on the rail.

"No concern of yours" I answer not sparing him a glance.

"With you dressed like that, it's all my concern"

"Try to mind your business"

"Try not to dress like a hoe" He fires back.

Ignoring him I put on my head phones as I make my way to Charlly's house

Ding dong

The door opens revealing Charles' mom

"Good evening ma'am"

"Oh Chris dear, Charles just went out with his brother to watch a football match"

Oh.

"Its okay, tell him I came by"

I smile at her turning back.

Playing Burna's 'for my hand' ft Ed Sheeran, I slowly walk back home.

Walking past a block, three guys were leaning on a wall, wrapped paper in hand. One nudged the other and they all turned to stare at me.

I increased my paced

"Baby girl" One call, pushing himself off the wall.

Head bent, I walk past them.

"Don't you hear us calling you, its rude to ignore people, or didn't your mother atleast teach you that?"

"wear cloth like ashawo*"

*Meaning slut or hoe

I didn't stop till I got home, slamming my room door behind me, I fall on my bed, face on my pillow. My door opens seconds later.

"Crystal" Mother call. I didn't stir.

She calls one more time, before she gives up closing my door