Diary of Anony Elle

I remember one time, we were on our way to school and it was like the first day or something. I only say this because for whatever reason my mom had to turn my sister's birth certificate, or shot records, or something like that into the office. Well for whatever reason she decides to tell me to hold this important documentation. Now I couldn't have been no older than like 10 or 11 years old, and all my life I had been known to be clumsy and forgetful... My folks called me careless. So why, she decided to hand ME this documentation? I don't know but it sound like a setup to me!

So we get maybe 10 minutes from the house and I guess my mom notices that I don't have the document in my hand so she asks me where it is. I look down to my hand cause it better be there where I left it. When my eyes connected with my palm and there was no document in sight, my stomach also dropped into the abyss cause it was nowhere to be found either. This was a feeling I felt way too often. Between being yelled at all day everyday, being popped in the face randomly with no rhyme or reason, and dealing with my moms mood swings, I had developed a tolerance to the feeling of missing guts. So I did what I do when I know I effed up. I sat, QUIETLY. I tried to move as little as possible and I slowed my breathing down to almost nothing. I was trained in not making matters worse and bracing myself to be hit.

So I sat there and waited for the slap across the face, and to be honest, I don't remember if it ever came. I do remember her telling me to get the eff out of her car though. I do remember her pulling over to the side of the road, still yelling, and forcing me (her 10\11 year old DAUGHTER) out of her car... on the east side of Detroit. Then she pulled off. I watched her car until I couldn't see it anymore. I just knew that she would soon turn around and get me. So I stood there. I waited. She never turned back around. Well not before I decided I better find my way to school.

SO I walked. Im not sure where to or for how long, but I walked. I remember not being scared. I remember being curious as I walked around the city of Detroit EARLY in the morning. I don't remember everything that happened on that walk though. I keep having moments where I feel like a memory cant come through. It's hard to explain but its like I keep trying to stream a movie and the first scene comes in for half a nano-second before it buffers and stops the video.

However, I walk, I observe, I keep it pushing. I get to a bus stop and wait on the bus, when the bus arrives I simply ask the bus driver how to get to my school, she tells me with a curious look on her face. I thank her and walk to my seat and wait. I get to my school and I go to class. Other than the details I shared, I cant tell you how I had never rode the bus before but was able to make it from my house to my school... which was not in the same district. I lived MILES away from my school and in another part of the city that I DO NOT frequent.

Not long after I got to class (which I was late for), my mom called up to the school, so admin came and grabbed me from class and took me to the office so I can talk to my mom on the phone. She asked me if I was ok. I said yea. She asked me how I got there, I said the bus. She asked how I knew how to do that, I said I don't know. At least that's how I remember the conversation going. I don't remember ever speaking on that again. Until now.

Until next time...