2
I love my bedroom for a reason. It’s at the top of the house and I can ignore everything else in the house. I can hear a car pull up to the front of the house.
My dad’s moving out today. I can’t believ this is real.
“Hanna,” my daddy knocked on the door.
“Go ‘way.” I call, “I ain’t talking to you.” He opens my door and steps inside, tuning on my overhead light. I reach over and turn off my bedside light.
“What?” I ask, “I don’t want to hear about her.” He crosses his arms.
“Hanna Kyra Procter, you will not talk to your father like that.” Gilt overwhelms me.
“I’m sorry.” I say.
“Hanna, I didn’t come to say good bye,” he says. I stare at the ceiling.
“I want you to move out with me. You’ll love Tiffany. She has a daughter you’re age, Caroline.” he sits at the foot of my bed and
“I can’t leave my momma.” I say, “I can’t.” I cross my arms as my dad sighs.
“Just meet her, alright?” he asks, “just do this for me.”
“Fine.” I say, “I guess I could meet them.” He kisses me on the forehead.
“I love you.” He says. I smile involuntarily and wait until he shuts the door.
“Maybe you should just meet her.” Jaime says, “she can’t be bad.”
“Her name is Tiffany!” I say, “I’ve only been in Miami for two years, but I know that that name doesn’t sound good.”
Jamie sighs, “this wouldn’t happen down in Atlanta, would it?”
“No.” I say, “it wouldn’t.”
“Did you hear what Courtney’s doing? She’s writing doing every single thing she’s eating for the next five weeks.” Jamie says. I roll my eyes.
“She is perfectly thin.” I say, “she doesn’t need to change her look.”
“I’m going to do the same.” Jamie says.
“You are fine the way you are.” I say, “you don’t need to change that.”
“Look, I’ll talk to you later.” Jamie says quickly and hangs up the phone. I put my cell phone on my bed and head to my bathroom.
I stand on my mother’s bathroom scale. I don’t like the result.
I head back to my bed and bury myself under my covers.
