I Don't Wanna Go

We got off at the bus stop and she walked me to her house. Holding my hand. She unlocked the door and went in. Her house was nice and clean.“Hi mama! Hi daddy!” Sandra yelled. A couple appeared at the steps. The man was black with glasses just like Sandra. The woman was Spanish with long black hair. “Who’s this, Cassandra?” Asked the woman. “Mom and daddy, this is my friend, James.” She introduced. I waved shyly. “We’re gonna be in the kitchen.” She said pulling me along.
In the kitchen, she made me a snack and we talked. Suddenly, my cellphone rang. I picked it up. “Hello?” I asked. “Where the hell are you?” Asked my dad. “What do you care?” I responded. “I need you here right now, James! Where are you?!” He yelled at me. I closed the phone. It rang again. This time it wasn’t my dad. “James, It’s Jordan. I’m here now. I know you took the bus with that girl. I’m coming to pick you up. Don’t worry, I won’t tell dad. I just need to talk to you.” My brother said. “Sandra, I gotta go.” I told her.

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