~NILMANI P.O.V~
I ran from the campus building straight to the dorm in the downpour of this rainstorm. I wasn't one to complain much about it but I forgot to take my car today so I was frustrated. After scanning my identification card they gave us a few weeks ago for the students who stay at the dorms, I then ran up the stairs.
Unlike the other dorms, rooms that are not so small or not so big, have two-person sharing. Me? well, I hate seeing people most people for that matter, I will rather be alone than to share rooms with people I hate. I strolled over to my bedroom dropping the heavy bag on the floor, sighing once my head landed on the soft comfort of my bed.
*Phone Ringing*
"What?" I didn't bother to look at the caller ID knowing too well who it was.
"Don't think I didn't see, you forgot your car and I have a feeling you're too stubborn to take a hot shower. So take your ass off the bed and go before I call the S.W.A.T. team." I swear she has the nose, hearing, and eyesight of a damn dog.
"Honestly if you didn't call. I would be sleeping right now," I laughed, ending the call before she could comment on that, then I headed for the shower.
It wasn't long, about thirty minutes before I was out in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt, with a towel over my hair as I proceeded to dry it. On a rainy day like this, usually I would spend my time scrolling through Netflix, doing assignments, smoking, or in the study room reading a book.
Yes, I liked reading ever since I was a kid but as much as I want to give up the habit it won't leave.
Remembering my bag is still wet, I walked over towards the living room so I could dry it near the heater but not before taking out the books and leaving them on the side table.
Deciding on what to do next, I spent around three hours on the reports Mrs. Collins was arguing about then made my way to the study room once I was finished with a bowl of cereal in my hand. I can cook but cereal is basically the easiest thing to whip up so why not.
The study room is big in size and filled with books on the shelves, some are even scattered on the carpet. Posters of famous singers are posted on the walls. Yesterday when I followed Reggie at his agency out of boredom, I stop by a furniture store just to look around for a few mins but this middle age lady convince me to buy a navy blue leather couch no matter how hard I refuse and yet here it is laying on the left side of the room in its glory state.
I was going to leave to get more cereal when I stepped on a book that I haven't read in ages called 'The Wonders of Space' it's called. A while back a friend gave this to me as a gift just because I thought it was interesting. Sadly I can't remember the kid's name or what he/she looked like.
The thing is when it comes to holding grudges or if someone accuses me of something I have no knowledge about, sure as hell I'll definitely remember those motherfuckers.
( Are you now into guys) Should I or should I not, well the option is marrying a girl and then having kids or marrying a guy who can't have kids and just adopt them plus I don't have to deal with mood swings and period complaints.
Fuck that I hate kids anyway, why I am even recalling Reggie's statement anyway?
Although in my understanding of the LGBTQ community, I've noticed many celebrities coming out, not only them but kids, and teenagers, and yet some part of society thinks it's abnormal or they choose to be that way. No one chooses to be gay or transgender's or whatever because they were born that way plus I don't see any rules on how on people should be and act.
The world is rocking on the wrong end of the boat, people preach about loving one another but if their friend or someone they don't know expresses their way of coming out. Those said people are the ones throwing hateful comments at the LGBT community not realizing their still humans with feelings.
In my perspective, the way people acknowledge certain things is way out of control. They think they're God or something, the world has much bigger problems than boys who kiss boys and girls who kiss girls.
I don't really care about people being a part of the LGBT community, because I don't see it being a problem. No child is born homophobic, teach acceptance and not ignorance.
Lost in thoughts my phone rang again buzzing in my pockets. "What do you want?" I asked really not enjoying my day now that she called.
"That's not how you should speak to your mother," Her plain cold tone echoed in my ear. I don't know why but me and Jessi's relationship just started to scatter apart all of a sudden the day she and my father divorced.
She didn't tell me the reason saying it was personal but it did take a strain on me growing up, especially when my little sister was born. I'll have to admit that we would switch between them on the weekends like hot potatoes which was annoying.
"Like I said, what do you want? How's Nila handling high school by the way?" I sat on the couch still holding onto the book.
"I need a favor, she's doing great but she misses you." Of course, she does, it has been two years since I stepped foot in that house.
"What favor?" I got up looking for a box of cigarettes in one of the drawers. I smirked once I found it with the lighter. "After you're done with classes I want you to pick up someone from the airport," She finally said after a long pause.
"Why can't you do it or even better have dad do it, either way, who's the person?" I'm seriously losing interest in smoking.
I could hear her sigh on the other end before she responded. "Do you remember Micah?" Hmm sounds like a girl's name but it doesn't ring a bell. "Boy or Girl and no I don't remember,"
"Boy, I thought you would since he was the only person you would talk about when you were eight," I could hear the disappointment in her voice. No matter how loud and snapping my mouth could get, I still can't bring myself to tell her how I feel about what she expected of me.
"That was eleven years ago for God's sake m--Jessi, you think I have the doctor brain you do who remembers everyone. Even if it's from 20 years ago you'll know." I snapped ending the call feeling as if my head is giving up on me.
Sitting back down and covering my face with both hands, I almost said that word to her. I groan, tossing the book aside.
Family problems are the most stressful.
Nila, my little sister you're the only reason I'm putting up with this.