cabin, kibanda for the Summer
Chapter 12: Minnie
By: moolah

(so, very sorry for the wait on this chapter…I will TRY to make it worth it!!)
I’ve been obsessed with Lexisfaith’s original stories, and I have decided I’m going to try and write stories like days of the week. I don’t have that many stories, but for now wewe will get And I Care Why and these…so…hope u enjoy!!!


Dear Diary,
    I want to leave this place. Everything that could go wrong is. The only thing that makes it better is Gossip Girl TiVo’d on the flat screen in our room. I miss just hanging out on the beach, pwani with Tori and Chelsea and Naomi and Ella. Beth, too. She’s intoxicated kwa David…and I’m starting to feel the spark go slow with Sam. I upendo him, sure. But…I don’t know if I’m ready to be the girl that watches Chelsea give birth to a baby and everything’s fine. I need some time. But, nobody wants to give it to me. To them, I’m ‘strong Minnie’. Inside…I’m crumbling.
                        ~Minnie~
Closing the regular disguised black cover over, sprawling on the bed, I turn on the TV. Nothing interesting. Of course the presidential race is arguing and the two girls who were switched at birth are fighting against stuff like that, is interesting to the regular Minnie. But I’m wondering now, if I am the regular Minnie, if she was captured kwa some demon, it would make a lot of sense. I sighed and locked the diary with the key around my neck. Turning the TV off, I hop off the kitanda and go over to the window, outside the shadows are swallowing the green curtain of trees. “Mom…I miss you.” I alisema to the stars. I imagine my mom everyday walking with me on the beach.

Flashback…
“I upendo you.”
“I upendo wewe too, mommy.”
“Your daddy loves wewe too…very much!!”
“I upendo daddy too!”
“Good…it’s good that a cute, and wonderful girl like wewe still has a moyo for her old mum and dad.”
“What’d mean, mom?”
“One day…one day, I’ll see heaven. Your daddy will too. One day, we won’t be around to hold your hand on walks on the beach. Because you’ll have someone zaidi permanent.”
“I’m in 2nd grade!!”
“I know, honey. You’re old aren’t you.”
[/I]End of flashback[/I]

    I allowed the tears to come. Memories like that, bubbled inside me. But, in a different chamber, where I kept the hurting memories. The other chamber, it held memories of the siku Tori and I got tans and got orange, helping a homeless man find his cat with Beth, accidentally locking us inside a freezer with Sam and Laken, birthday pedicures with Ella, facials and Jacuzzis with Tori and Naomi. The good memories I let myself enjoy. My mom and my dad’s memories I let myself cry, something I never did. I stared out the window a little zaidi until I finally had the perfect idea.

I would run away.

    Climbing out the window carefully I jumped off the roof, carefully onto the backside of the porch. I heard the noise of a laptop saying in a male’s voice, “YOU’VE GOT MAIL!!” I sighed and ran into the line of the forest. I had locked the bedroom door, and made a recording of my terribly off key singing, on shuffle. I had left a trail of bras and a pack of unopened condoms on the bed. When I was in the dark enclosure, I walked. I don’t know where I was going, but I walked all around the woods until I reached a little motel. I checked my wallet, there were two $100 bills and 3 $50’s, 9 $20’s and a lot of concealed 10’s and 1’s. I got to the door and went in. I would only be staying here for a siku at least, so I just checked in a bottom room. It was an ok room, not as good as my room at Sam’s house, but it would do. I hadn’t officially broken up with Sam, and wasn’t going to. I just, did NOT want to stay in that house.

    The door sounding like it was being beat on. I woke up to the sound of knocking. Groggily, and not realizing I should have asked who it was, I opened the door. Tori stood there, in a black dress that came just above her knees. She had a pair of black pumps in hand and a purple fabric in the other. She had a Louis Vutton mfuko wa fedha, mfuko on her shoulder. “Forgetting something?” She asked. “What, Tori?” I asked exhausted. “Our cabin.” I sighed and open the door wide enough so she can come in. “I don’t want to go back, and deal with all the baby stuff and drama! I want to go somewhere where I can be myself, lock myself up in a room with a big box of ‘If wewe give me one zaidi chance’ chocolate, and cry myself asleep. I don’t want to be the strong Minnie wewe all bargained for whenever we started this.” I growl. “I want to be the Minnie that can be broken some days, and unfixable, and left alone. I want to be the girl who could spend two hours with her Marafiki without so much as a ding from my phone. I want to be that girl, not the girl with the issues, and broken up past, where my parents died. I know what happened, and I realize I’m not perfect. But for once, I don’t want to have to be strong every time I see my friends. I don’t want to do that anymore!!” “Ok?” She asks. “Please come back, we just got a call from James.” “I’m not coming.” “But, wewe don’t have to be that girl anymore, Minnie.” “Why? Always was before!”

“Because…Chelsea’s not pregnant!”


thanks for being patient. Hope u enjoy!!

--moolah.

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