Safaree Samuels
Hospital , Belair , St. Maarten
6:45 P.M., Friday
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I’m
in this hospital room for the third day this week. I went to see
Gabriella with Nicki. Nicki refuses to leave that little girl’s side.
Some of Gabby’s family came to visit her and brought chocolate and
card’s. Both of her grandmother’s spoke to her via Skype. You could tell
that she was in a lot of pain. The doctor’s said it would take a while
before she might regain feeling in her legs. Might. When Nic heard this,
it had her in tears. She had this like feeling towards Gabby and I
couldn’t quite understand it. Gabby was still abit cautious around me
and Nic. It was as if she were scared that we would hurt her. I guess
it’ll take time.
Nicki and I were barely able to get any sleep. I
sleep in the same bed as her because she refuses to sleep alone. And
then all she does is trace circles on my tattoo of her on my chest and
sometimes hum. I’ve never seen her like this. She doesn’t answer her
phone anymore and doesn’t check up on anything. I do it all for her. I
love Nic, but I wonder what she’s up to.
It’s like she heard me say her name, because right then she walked with a foam cup filled with something warm.
“Faree?” she said softly. She looked abit worried.
“Yes Nic?”
“Am I a good person?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,
it’s one of the many things that attracted me to you.” I said with a
small smile which caused her to smile too. That lasted a couple seconds
before her smile suddenly faded and a small frown replaced it. Her eyes
were brimming with tears. Oh man, I hate to see her cry.
“Faree,
what if she never walks again?” she asks just as the first tear rolls
down her cheek. I sighed and opened my arms so that she could walk into
my embrace. She did that and sniffled softly into my chest.
“Shhhh
Nika. Have faith and she will.” I said as I made tiny circles with my
fingers on her upper back. It soothed her abit. Her breath was abit
hitched because of the tears. We both looked over at Gabriella, who was
peacefully sleeping. The position she was in looked abit uncomfortable.
Her doctor says that we might be able to take her next Monday, but she
would have to go to therapy.
I went back to the hotel. I wanted to
get some real sleep. I know it would be hard without Nicki by my side, but I really need it.
Gabriella Richardson
Hospital , Belair , St. Maarten
7:30 P.M., Friday
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Ugh,
I hate this. I want to get up and move around. I want to go shopping
with Zaire. I wanna just get out of this place. I still can’t believe
that ‘the’ Nicki Minaj is in my room every day. Lord knows, I adore
this queen right in front of me, but I’m still scared. What if she’s
just like my parents? I wouldn’t want to go through that again. I don’t
want her to feel bad.
I heard everything she said to Safaree. It
hurt me abit. I was fighting not to burst into tears with them in the
room. God, I hate this. I want to jump up and hug her and tell her that
everything will be okay. Her sobs hurt me harder. I hate to see others
crying, especially when I’m the reason. It makes me feel guilty.
Later
that night I woke up in cold sweat. I was having a nightmare. My
father was coming towards me with one of his thickest leather belts. He
had it raised at me.
“You’re gonna pay for all the problems you caused, you worthless thing!” He yelled and was about to hit me, when I woke up.
I
sobbed once and then again and again. I couldn’t stop crying. It hurt
too much. Moving hurt. My legs were hurting as well. I put my face into
my palms and cried. It wasn’t long before I felt a pair of arms wrap
around me.
“Don’t worry baby, mommy’s here.” A soft voice said to
me. It was dark so I couldn’t see the face. I immediately thought it was
my mother, so I screamed and started throwing my arms around. I tried
kicking as well, but it hurt abit too much. I felt my nails hit flesh
just as the person’s arms wrapped tighter around me as in to stop me.
The person yelped in pain. “Gabby, it’s me Nicki.” She then said.
I
calmed down abit and started to cry again. Nicki searched in the dark
for the switch of my bedside lamp. When she finally got it, there was a
soft glow in the room. Nicki was holding her right cheek. I saw blood
seeping in between her fingers. I then looked at my nails. I saw her
flesh in them.
“Nicki, I’m so sorry. I said before covering my
mouth with my palms. She just hugged me while searching for a rag or so
to try to stop the bleeding. When she didn’t see anything, she gently
got up and went into the bathroom. I sighed. I just messed up her
perfect face. She’s gonna be so upset with me. There you go again Gabby,
always ruining it for others. I looked over at Nicki. She sighed and
washed her face, before rubbing ointment onto her face to stop the
swelling. I could clearly see she was upset. I quickly turned away. The
tears were forming already.
“Babe, don’t cry.” She said to me from the bathroom.
I remained silent and sniffled. I heard her sigh before getting into bed with me. I scooted over to give her space.
“I’m so sorry mo-Nicki.” I said into her chest as she held me. She just squeezed me abit to say it was okay.
“That’s
okay baby, now try to get some sleep.” She said before kissing my
forehead. I tried to get comfortable, but it was hard due to my legs. I
could feel them alittle but it hurt so I just didn’t move them. Nicki
started to hum ‘all of me’ and I felt my eyelids get heavy.
~Following day~
Nicki Minaj
Hospital , Belair , St. Maarten
7:45 A.M., Saturday
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I
woke up to Gabby staring ahead and humming. She sounded nice, I must
admit. As soon as I turned my head abit to get a better look at her, she
stopped and looked over at me.
“Good morning mo-“ she shook her head “Nicki, good morning Nicki.”
“Good morning babe, how did you sleep?”
“I slept alittle better and you?” she said to me with a small smile.
“I
slept okay baby.” I said and stroked her cheek. She stiffened abit
before relaxing. I guess she thought I was gonna hit her. “It’s okay
darling, I’m not gonna hurt you. I love you too much to do that.” I said
and hugged her. She hugged back.
“I love you too mom.” She said
before bursting into tears. I swear she has to have been hurt terribly
for her to be crying so much. “Sorry, I think my period’s gonna start
soon or something. I’m always extra emotional when it’s near.”
“Oh,
well okay.” I say and get up to brush my teeth and do my hygiene’s. I
was half way through when I heard a thud and a yelp. I quickly rush to
Gabby, who was now on the floor, tears falling once more. I helped her
up, so that she was sitting on the bed.
“I’m sorry, I just really
wanted to get up and check if it, you know, came.” She said with her
head bowed in shame. I sighed. I couldn’t be mad with her. I gave her a
small smile.
“I know, my little fighter.” I said and tickled her.
She laughed though her tears. She started to squirm around and kicking
up her legs. It worked abit and she stopped laughing. Her laughter was
replaced with a painful gasp. I just looked at her abit shocked before
happily yelling out “Gabby, your legs. Their moving!” She shared my
excitement with a small smile.
“Yeah, I know. I kept trying from sinds last night.” She said. I hugged her and kissed her cheek.
Safaree
walks in together with the nurse. She checks up on Gabby and then gives
her her breakfast along with some medication. As Gabby and the nurse
were talking, I couldn’t help but stare at Gabby. Her smile was genuine
and bright. Her eyes even lit up with it. It was the most beautiful
sight. I think Safaree saw it too, because he came and side hugged me
before pecking me on the lips. That reminded me of what I put a pause
to. I pulled him closer to me before kissing him with so much passion. I
think it surprised him, because it took him a second before he kissed
back.
“I love you Faree.”
“I love you more Nic.”
Zaire Healy
Home, Mary Fancy, St. Maarten
5:45 P.M., Saturday
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I
was going to see Gabby today, but something came up. My nose was
bleeding and when I coughed, I coughed up blood as well. I also noticed
that sometimes when Kevin would hold me, the print would turn blue, and
they didn’t even hurt. When I got home, and showed my parents, they were
abit upset that I had a boyfriend and though first that he hit me or
so. We were in the middle of an argument when I had a coughing fit. I
coughed up blood this time as well. My stomach hurt so bad that I passed
out.
What was wrong with me ?
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
1. Intro
Nicki Minaj goes to St. Maarten to promote her MYX drink. Once there, she meets Gabriella. Gabriella is a 15 year old with a birth defect called Spina Bifida. Gabby get's abused at home and Nicki makes it her business to help her. What will happen?
Also, Nicki's love life has been very dull. Will she find her love while working?? Will it be Safaree who finally opens her eyes??
Full. Of. DRAMA.
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2. Stop the motion
Gabriella Richardson
Home, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:30 A.M., Saturday
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My eyes pop open. It was happening again. I had a bad dream which has left me overwhelmed with emotion. I walk up to my body-length mirror after yawning, only to see that I had tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. I sighed “Why lord?”
I walk into my little pink bathroom and relieve myself before taking a shower. The warm water seemed to feel so soothing while burning my scares abit. Yup, I have scares on my legs and arms from my father’s leather belt. My back hurts like crazy. He took my special shoes and pillow away so that I could suffer the blows.
You see, the reason why he did this all to me was because I was raped. It wasn’t my fault but it was his boss’s son who did it, so his boss sent my dad home on suspension. Makes no sense to me, but yet I’m the one suffering. I hate this all. It’s not like I live in the ghetto or so but the abuse is real. The tears were forming in my eyes. It hurt so bad.
“Gabriella kom hier (come here) !!” I heard my mother yelling at me. That was another thing. She was upset because now less money was coming in sinds my dad was home. I quickly finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked up to my mother. She seemed upset. Oh no.
“Wat doen je kleren in deze wasmand? (What are your clothes doing in this basket)?”
“They have to wash mom.” I stated softly.
“Hoeveel keer moet ik je zeggen om het in jouw bakje te stoppen? Je moet je eigen kleren wassen. Je wilt grote vrouw spelen, dus dit is wat je krijgt. (How many times do I have to tell you to put your clothes in your own basket? You have to wash your own clothes. You want to play big woman, so this is what you get.)” She said angrily before mepping me upside my head.
I turned to hide my face and she kicked me in the sensitive part of my back. I yelped in pain. My legs went numb. My mother just continued to hit and kick me. My dad walked in. He looked at me than walked back out. The towel had in the mean time, fallen off my body so all the blows were against my bare skin.
After what seemed like forever, she stopped. I couldn’t really move. I was hurting everywhere.
“Miss Richardson, are you alright?” the housekeeper, Sandy, asked me. I just continued crying. She helped me up and took care of me that morning. My parents stayed away when she’s with me.
“I know that they’re upset, but why hurt you like this?” she asked me but not looking for an answer. I slowly drifted to sleep. That was the only time I felt no pain.
Nicki Minaj
Home, Malibu, California
8:30 A.M., Saturday
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I woke up this morning to an empty bed once again. I really needed to go on a vacation. I felt lonely in this house. Even if Safaree lived in here with me. I called up Manny, my manager and see what he could get me.
“Hello Nic.”
“Hey Manny.”
“Tell me Nic.”
“I need a vacation Manny. Just a small one or so.” I said while making my voice sound as pleading as possible.
“Uhm, lemme see what I can get you.” He said and I waited for about a minute before he spoke again. “Well, MYX wants you to go to St. Maarten to promote it at the ‘Caribbean Liquor and Tabacc’o place. That’s about 3 days in total.” He said and I instantly got an idea.
“Oh okay, but Manny, can I spend 2 weeks there then pleaseeeeeeeee?” I asked prolonging the ‘e’. He laughed.
“Alright, then. I’ll clear you for those 2 weeks. Safaree will have to go with you.”
“Uhm okay no problem thanks. And Manny?”
“Yes?”
“When do I leave?”
“Monday.”
“Oh great, thanks again Manny.”
This was gonna be great.
Home, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:30 A.M., Saturday
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My eyes pop open. It was happening again. I had a bad dream which has left me overwhelmed with emotion. I walk up to my body-length mirror after yawning, only to see that I had tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. I sighed “Why lord?”
I walk into my little pink bathroom and relieve myself before taking a shower. The warm water seemed to feel so soothing while burning my scares abit. Yup, I have scares on my legs and arms from my father’s leather belt. My back hurts like crazy. He took my special shoes and pillow away so that I could suffer the blows.
You see, the reason why he did this all to me was because I was raped. It wasn’t my fault but it was his boss’s son who did it, so his boss sent my dad home on suspension. Makes no sense to me, but yet I’m the one suffering. I hate this all. It’s not like I live in the ghetto or so but the abuse is real. The tears were forming in my eyes. It hurt so bad.
“Gabriella kom hier (come here) !!” I heard my mother yelling at me. That was another thing. She was upset because now less money was coming in sinds my dad was home. I quickly finished showering and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked up to my mother. She seemed upset. Oh no.
“Wat doen je kleren in deze wasmand? (What are your clothes doing in this basket)?”
“They have to wash mom.” I stated softly.
“Hoeveel keer moet ik je zeggen om het in jouw bakje te stoppen? Je moet je eigen kleren wassen. Je wilt grote vrouw spelen, dus dit is wat je krijgt. (How many times do I have to tell you to put your clothes in your own basket? You have to wash your own clothes. You want to play big woman, so this is what you get.)” She said angrily before mepping me upside my head.
I turned to hide my face and she kicked me in the sensitive part of my back. I yelped in pain. My legs went numb. My mother just continued to hit and kick me. My dad walked in. He looked at me than walked back out. The towel had in the mean time, fallen off my body so all the blows were against my bare skin.
After what seemed like forever, she stopped. I couldn’t really move. I was hurting everywhere.
“Miss Richardson, are you alright?” the housekeeper, Sandy, asked me. I just continued crying. She helped me up and took care of me that morning. My parents stayed away when she’s with me.
“I know that they’re upset, but why hurt you like this?” she asked me but not looking for an answer. I slowly drifted to sleep. That was the only time I felt no pain.
Nicki Minaj
Home, Malibu, California
8:30 A.M., Saturday
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I woke up this morning to an empty bed once again. I really needed to go on a vacation. I felt lonely in this house. Even if Safaree lived in here with me. I called up Manny, my manager and see what he could get me.
“Hello Nic.”
“Hey Manny.”
“Tell me Nic.”
“I need a vacation Manny. Just a small one or so.” I said while making my voice sound as pleading as possible.
“Uhm, lemme see what I can get you.” He said and I waited for about a minute before he spoke again. “Well, MYX wants you to go to St. Maarten to promote it at the ‘Caribbean Liquor and Tabacc’o place. That’s about 3 days in total.” He said and I instantly got an idea.
“Oh okay, but Manny, can I spend 2 weeks there then pleaseeeeeeeee?” I asked prolonging the ‘e’. He laughed.
“Alright, then. I’ll clear you for those 2 weeks. Safaree will have to go with you.”
“Uhm okay no problem thanks. And Manny?”
“Yes?”
“When do I leave?”
“Monday.”
“Oh great, thanks again Manny.”
This was gonna be great.
3. Starting anew
Gabriella Richardson
Home, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
5:00 P.M., Sunday
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I’m here lying on my bed with my iphone in my hands. I was going through my twitter account and listening to Fire Burns from Nicki Minaj. I saw the some of my friends were trying to console me sinds they hadn’t seen me in a while. They wanted to visit me, but knew my parents would say no. I sighed.
“I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you’ve told.” That line meant so much right now. I could feel the anger weld up inside me. I took a deep breath before looking up Nick’s Twitter to see what she was up to.
That’s another thing, Nicki Minaj is e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g to me. She always manages to bring my mood up when I’m down. She strong and independent. I want to be just like her some day. She has this beautiful smile that could lite up a room. Her flow is super tight and she doesn’t let the critics get to her. My parents don’t like her. They say she’s a bad influence and an idiot. I keep my mouth shut and obey them, in fear that they would hurt me again. But once they’re gone out, I blast her music like I’m having a party.
I see that Nicki’s posted a new tweet.
“St. Maarten, I see you. #Vacation #Myx #GetInTheMyx.” I dropped my phone onto my bed. I couldn’t believe it. Nicki was coming to my island.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” I screamed while jumping up and down on my bed. I even cried alittle. I had to call up Zaire. That’s my best friend. She understands me and I get her. I dialed her number and let the phone ring. It rung 3 times before she answered.
“Yas bitch?”
“NICKI’S COMING TO ST. MAARTEN HOEEEEE !!”
“Gahd gyal, you nah have tah yell in mah ear suh, and for real?!?”
“Yes hoe.”
“Well, we have to go see her. Good thing my dad works at the airport.”
“But Zaire, I can’t go.” I said. My eyes began to water. I couldn’t believe this.
“Well..uhmmm… I’ll try to find out which hotel she’s’s in staying in. Hopefully it’s Westin. That’s in Dawn Beach right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Ahh well, babessss I have to go. Mom’s calling.”
“Ait ma, see you.” I hung up. I secretly loved when Zaire calls me babes because well… I like her. Like a lot. She doesn’t know that but I really do.
I hear my parents walk inside the house downstairs. I quickly make my bed and sit at my desk and do as if I’m doing homework. My mother walks in, and I turn around. I greet her but she stays silent and walks out. I was already finished with the homework from the next 2 weeks. I’m kind of a geek. I read a lot and I love to write and so on.
"Gabriella, come eat.” My dad says to me. I didn’t even hear him walk in. It scared me alittle. This was the first time after 2 weeks that I’m going to eat at the same time with them.
“Okay.” I quickly clean up my desk and walk behind him down the stairs. My mother was already there.
While we were eating, my parent’s look occasional glances at me. My mom’s began to water. I got up to console her because that’s just me; I’m always the nice one. I didn’t even think for a moment that she could just turn around and slap me.
“Ik ben een slechte moeder. ( I’m a bad mother.)” she sobbed into my shirt. My dad just watches her. Then at me, our eyes meet. It made my eyes water.
“Gabby, I think we owe you an apology.” He says to me. It was then that my eyes finally let the tear fall with all the hurt and pain I’ve felt over the last 2 weeks.
“I understand, but it will never be the same. I would prefer if you guys don’t touch me for the time being.” I said with abit of nervousness.
“We understand. We’re extremely sorry for our actions and we love you.”
“Okay. Uhmm, where’s my special pillow and shoes?”
“I’ll bring them up to your room later on.” He says to me with a small smile.
Okay let me explain why those 2 things are so important to me. I have spina bifida which literally means ‘open back’. My skin made like a cover over that particular spot on my back so it looks like I have a lump on my back. The pillow is for me to sit on so I sit more straight and the shoes for me to walk straighter. It helps tons because then I don’t have much back pain.
I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
Nicki Minaj
Home, Malibu, California
5:00 P.M., Sunday
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So, I’m at home here with Safaree. Well, I’m in the kitchen while he’s in the home theater. I’m busy getting our snacks. As I walk back into the home theater, I slip and fall on my butt.
“Ahh.”
Safaree comes running in and helps me up. He then proceeds to check me over to see if I had any bruises. Once that is done, he picks up our snacks and walks back into the theater room, leaving me behind. I always found that odd, he looks at me then just disappears. I’m about the question his *ss about this.
I walk up to him and plop down on his lap. He just continues to look at the movie.
“Faree?”
“Yes Nic.”
“What’s up?”
“Well, the roof.”
“Don’t play with me playboy, what’s good?”
“Nothing Nic, what makes you ask me that?”
“Your strange attitude towards me.”
“Oh, so the kid getting all soft on a coon?”
“Nigguh, stop playing with me and answer my question.”
“I did.”
I sat and thought for a moment then a random question hits me.
“Faree, do you love me?”
“Ofcourse I do, you’re my best friend Nic.” He says without looking at me. I turn his head.
“Tell me the dead truth now, Faree are you in love with me.”
He just stares into my eyes. I could already see the answer. I spent like 1 minute looking into his eyes before swiftly getting up and walking to my room. I couldn’t believe it. Safaree loves me. Like he really does. But, do I love him like that? I mean we’re best friends and stuff but is it really gonna be different? I needed to stop thinking. I decided I was going to pack. I was leaving tomorrow.
Safaree knocks on my door then opens it.
“Uh, I was coming to tell you to start packing, but seeing that you’re already doing that, I’ll leave now.”
“Faree wait.” I say without thinking. He turns and watches me.
“Come pack with me please.” I say in a childish voice. He laughs and comes and helps me.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” I say to him with my back turned to him.
“I understand.” He says and continues to sort through my clothes. We spend a few minutes in silence.
“You excited about tomorrow?” We both ask at the same time. We stopped then we laughed.
“Well Fareeeee, I’m very happy that I’m taking a small break.” I say to him with a smile.
Just then my phone rings. It’s Manny.
“Yes?” I say
“I got you booked to stay in The Westin Resort and Spa. That’s near Dawn Beach Estates. Like rich Americans live there along with wealthy locals. So basically, it’s very quiet and so on. I think you’ll like it.”
“Okay, that sounds nice.”
“Yeah, that’s all for now I think. Hmmmm . Oh and be on the airport by 10 am tomorrow. You’ll be flying to New York first before flying to St. Maarten.”
“Okayyyyy Manny. Are you done?”
“Yes”
“Okay bye.”
“Yup” I said then hung up. Safaree was looking at me questionally.
“We’re staying at the Westin. It’s really quiet over there and we have to be on the airport tomorrow at 10. So wake me up around 7 alright?”
“Ait Nic, I got you.”
Home, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
5:00 P.M., Sunday
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I’m here lying on my bed with my iphone in my hands. I was going through my twitter account and listening to Fire Burns from Nicki Minaj. I saw the some of my friends were trying to console me sinds they hadn’t seen me in a while. They wanted to visit me, but knew my parents would say no. I sighed.
“I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you’ve told.” That line meant so much right now. I could feel the anger weld up inside me. I took a deep breath before looking up Nick’s Twitter to see what she was up to.
That’s another thing, Nicki Minaj is e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g to me. She always manages to bring my mood up when I’m down. She strong and independent. I want to be just like her some day. She has this beautiful smile that could lite up a room. Her flow is super tight and she doesn’t let the critics get to her. My parents don’t like her. They say she’s a bad influence and an idiot. I keep my mouth shut and obey them, in fear that they would hurt me again. But once they’re gone out, I blast her music like I’m having a party.
I see that Nicki’s posted a new tweet.
“St. Maarten, I see you. #Vacation #Myx #GetInTheMyx.” I dropped my phone onto my bed. I couldn’t believe it. Nicki was coming to my island.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!” I screamed while jumping up and down on my bed. I even cried alittle. I had to call up Zaire. That’s my best friend. She understands me and I get her. I dialed her number and let the phone ring. It rung 3 times before she answered.
“Yas bitch?”
“NICKI’S COMING TO ST. MAARTEN HOEEEEE !!”
“Gahd gyal, you nah have tah yell in mah ear suh, and for real?!?”
“Yes hoe.”
“Well, we have to go see her. Good thing my dad works at the airport.”
“But Zaire, I can’t go.” I said. My eyes began to water. I couldn’t believe this.
“Well..uhmmm… I’ll try to find out which hotel she’s’s in staying in. Hopefully it’s Westin. That’s in Dawn Beach right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Ahh well, babessss I have to go. Mom’s calling.”
“Ait ma, see you.” I hung up. I secretly loved when Zaire calls me babes because well… I like her. Like a lot. She doesn’t know that but I really do.
I hear my parents walk inside the house downstairs. I quickly make my bed and sit at my desk and do as if I’m doing homework. My mother walks in, and I turn around. I greet her but she stays silent and walks out. I was already finished with the homework from the next 2 weeks. I’m kind of a geek. I read a lot and I love to write and so on.
"Gabriella, come eat.” My dad says to me. I didn’t even hear him walk in. It scared me alittle. This was the first time after 2 weeks that I’m going to eat at the same time with them.
“Okay.” I quickly clean up my desk and walk behind him down the stairs. My mother was already there.
While we were eating, my parent’s look occasional glances at me. My mom’s began to water. I got up to console her because that’s just me; I’m always the nice one. I didn’t even think for a moment that she could just turn around and slap me.
“Ik ben een slechte moeder. ( I’m a bad mother.)” she sobbed into my shirt. My dad just watches her. Then at me, our eyes meet. It made my eyes water.
“Gabby, I think we owe you an apology.” He says to me. It was then that my eyes finally let the tear fall with all the hurt and pain I’ve felt over the last 2 weeks.
“I understand, but it will never be the same. I would prefer if you guys don’t touch me for the time being.” I said with abit of nervousness.
“We understand. We’re extremely sorry for our actions and we love you.”
“Okay. Uhmm, where’s my special pillow and shoes?”
“I’ll bring them up to your room later on.” He says to me with a small smile.
Okay let me explain why those 2 things are so important to me. I have spina bifida which literally means ‘open back’. My skin made like a cover over that particular spot on my back so it looks like I have a lump on my back. The pillow is for me to sit on so I sit more straight and the shoes for me to walk straighter. It helps tons because then I don’t have much back pain.
I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face.
Nicki Minaj
Home, Malibu, California
5:00 P.M., Sunday
____________________________
So, I’m at home here with Safaree. Well, I’m in the kitchen while he’s in the home theater. I’m busy getting our snacks. As I walk back into the home theater, I slip and fall on my butt.
“Ahh.”
Safaree comes running in and helps me up. He then proceeds to check me over to see if I had any bruises. Once that is done, he picks up our snacks and walks back into the theater room, leaving me behind. I always found that odd, he looks at me then just disappears. I’m about the question his *ss about this.
I walk up to him and plop down on his lap. He just continues to look at the movie.
“Faree?”
“Yes Nic.”
“What’s up?”
“Well, the roof.”
“Don’t play with me playboy, what’s good?”
“Nothing Nic, what makes you ask me that?”
“Your strange attitude towards me.”
“Oh, so the kid getting all soft on a coon?”
“Nigguh, stop playing with me and answer my question.”
“I did.”
I sat and thought for a moment then a random question hits me.
“Faree, do you love me?”
“Ofcourse I do, you’re my best friend Nic.” He says without looking at me. I turn his head.
“Tell me the dead truth now, Faree are you in love with me.”
He just stares into my eyes. I could already see the answer. I spent like 1 minute looking into his eyes before swiftly getting up and walking to my room. I couldn’t believe it. Safaree loves me. Like he really does. But, do I love him like that? I mean we’re best friends and stuff but is it really gonna be different? I needed to stop thinking. I decided I was going to pack. I was leaving tomorrow.
Safaree knocks on my door then opens it.
“Uh, I was coming to tell you to start packing, but seeing that you’re already doing that, I’ll leave now.”
“Faree wait.” I say without thinking. He turns and watches me.
“Come pack with me please.” I say in a childish voice. He laughs and comes and helps me.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” I say to him with my back turned to him.
“I understand.” He says and continues to sort through my clothes. We spend a few minutes in silence.
“You excited about tomorrow?” We both ask at the same time. We stopped then we laughed.
“Well Fareeeee, I’m very happy that I’m taking a small break.” I say to him with a smile.
Just then my phone rings. It’s Manny.
“Yes?” I say
“I got you booked to stay in The Westin Resort and Spa. That’s near Dawn Beach Estates. Like rich Americans live there along with wealthy locals. So basically, it’s very quiet and so on. I think you’ll like it.”
“Okay, that sounds nice.”
“Yeah, that’s all for now I think. Hmmmm . Oh and be on the airport by 10 am tomorrow. You’ll be flying to New York first before flying to St. Maarten.”
“Okayyyyy Manny. Are you done?”
“Yes”
“Okay bye.”
“Yup” I said then hung up. Safaree was looking at me questionally.
“We’re staying at the Westin. It’s really quiet over there and we have to be on the airport tomorrow at 10. So wake me up around 7 alright?”
“Ait Nic, I got you.”
4. And She's Here
Gabriella Richardson
School, South Reward, St. Maarten
11:00 A.M., Monday
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Well almost everyone was happy to see me. They kept asking how I was doing and feeling. And I answered them all with a simple smile and a nod.
My classmates seemed to have stayed the same and just went about with me as if nothing happened. I loved them for that. I don’t want to be treated different just because something happened. Even the teachers seemed to have this kind of caution around me. It bothered me abit but like I’ve already finished tons of school work so all I have to do is study. I see Zaire. She’s kissing some boy. When I walked closer, it was a kid named Kevin. He was like one of the popular kids. He raps and stuff. I think he’s cool but I never seemed to have interest in him. They stood kissing for a good minute before Zaire took notice in me. I waved at her. She smiled and said something to Kevin before hugging him and walking towards me.
“Hey chica.” I say to her. She smiles and gives me a hug. I take in her scent. Something floral. I think it’s ‘Fantasy’ from Jessica Simpson. Me, on the other hand, had on ‘Minajesty’ from ofcourse my idol Nicki Minaj. My grandmother got me a bottle as soon as it came out. She knows how much I love Nicki Minaj.
“Hey ma.” She says to me.
“So, do you know anything about Nicki coming?” I asked abit nervous.
“Yes girly, she’s coming tonight at around 7:00 and I already called your mother to ask if you could come with me to see and unfortunately she said no.” she said. I sighed. They really don’t like Nicki Minaj.
“Ah, that’s okay… Anything else?”
“Uh… yes… She’s staying in your area!!” she said to me with a big grin.
“AHHHHHHHH” we both screamed while jumping up and down. Everyone around us watched us funny because we looked foolish in the process. We just laughed and went to class together. We’re junior’s, next year is our last year. We already planned ahead what we wanted to do.
That Night
Zaire called me around 7 to tell me something. I answered hastily.
“H-hello?”
“Haha Gabby chill, I saw her.”
“O-M-G!! What did she look like?”
“A normal human being that was very tired.”
“Oh. Did you talk to her?”
“Well she’s still here in the room. She’s just in the rest room.” She said to me. I heard talking in the background. “Safaree, can you bring me my hand bag?” I spazzed silently for a moment. I couldn’t believe that that was her. The queen and my idol.
“Zaire, can you put her on the phone?”
“I don’t know Gabby. I-(get’s cut off)”
“Who are you talking to?” I heard Nicki ask Zaire.
“Oh, my best friend. I promised her I’d call her when you reached.” I heard Zaire say nervously.
“Oh, may I speak to her?” I heard Nicki ask her.
“Okay.”
I heard abit of shuffling and then I heard her voice. Oh My God. Nicki Minaj was about to speak to me on the phone.
“Hi barb.” She said. I screamed into the phone then started jumping up and down.
“haha, wow, you screamed really loud there.”
“Sorry, Ms. Nicki”
“haha, don’t call me that call me Nicki.”
“Alright. Oh My Gosh, I love you. You mean so much to me, I wish I could see you right now.” I rambled on.
“Oh yes, I wished that to. How are you?”
“I’m fine and you?”
“I’m abit sl-(gco)”.
“Who are you talking to so loudly?” my mother says while taking the phone from me. I didn’t even hear her walk in. I was in deep trouble of she knew who was on the line. I didn’t want to lie, but sadly I did.
“I’m talking to Zaire about a school project.” I say to her. She spoke into my phone.
“Hello, who is this?” she asks into the phone rudely.
“Hello, I’m Nicki Minaj.” Nicki answered her.
“Okay, I don’t want you speaking to my daughter. You are a terrible influence and have no talent. You wear revealing clothes and swear to much. Don’t EVER speak to my daughter again.” She yelled into the phone before hanging up. She took my phone away.
“Jij krijgt dit niet terug, tot je begrijpt waarom dit fout is.” (You’re not getting this back, until you understand why this is wrong.)
My father later came in with his leather belt. Not just any leather belt but the worst of them all. The thick leather one. I cried my eyes out. It hurt so bad. It had cut into my skin leaving cuts everywhere. At some point it hit me in the head, and I had a cut across my forehead. I couldn’t hide that one. My dad then stopped and looked at me shocked before rushing out the door slamming the door.
Why were they doing this? Nicki Minaj is just a human being.
Nicki Minaj
Airport, Simpson Bay, St. Maarten
7:45 P.M., Monday
____________________________
After the girl’s mother hung up, I actually felt the sting of what she said. I could hear her daughter breathing heavy in the background. I think I actually got that girl in serious trouble.
“Shit, this isn’t good.” The girl in the room said. She looked scared herself.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Her parents are gonna kill her. It’s bad enough what happened to Gabby before but this will surely be the end of her.”
“Gabby is her name?”
“Yes, Gabriella.”
“Oh and yours?”
“Zaire.”
“Oh that’s a cool name.”
“Thanks.” She said and gave me a small smile before taking up her phone off my lap and running out the room. I just looked at her confused. I couldn’t have caused something bad to happen to her friend. I shook it off. I felt so bad. Me and Safaree were driven to the hotel, which I must say was really nice. It was spacious and no one seemed to recognize me or Safaree. That was good.
I went to bed that night thinking about the girl on the phone named Gabriella. I wonder how she’s doing.
School, South Reward, St. Maarten
11:00 A.M., Monday
___________________________
Well almost everyone was happy to see me. They kept asking how I was doing and feeling. And I answered them all with a simple smile and a nod.
My classmates seemed to have stayed the same and just went about with me as if nothing happened. I loved them for that. I don’t want to be treated different just because something happened. Even the teachers seemed to have this kind of caution around me. It bothered me abit but like I’ve already finished tons of school work so all I have to do is study. I see Zaire. She’s kissing some boy. When I walked closer, it was a kid named Kevin. He was like one of the popular kids. He raps and stuff. I think he’s cool but I never seemed to have interest in him. They stood kissing for a good minute before Zaire took notice in me. I waved at her. She smiled and said something to Kevin before hugging him and walking towards me.
“Hey chica.” I say to her. She smiles and gives me a hug. I take in her scent. Something floral. I think it’s ‘Fantasy’ from Jessica Simpson. Me, on the other hand, had on ‘Minajesty’ from ofcourse my idol Nicki Minaj. My grandmother got me a bottle as soon as it came out. She knows how much I love Nicki Minaj.
“Hey ma.” She says to me.
“So, do you know anything about Nicki coming?” I asked abit nervous.
“Yes girly, she’s coming tonight at around 7:00 and I already called your mother to ask if you could come with me to see and unfortunately she said no.” she said. I sighed. They really don’t like Nicki Minaj.
“Ah, that’s okay… Anything else?”
“Uh… yes… She’s staying in your area!!” she said to me with a big grin.
“AHHHHHHHH” we both screamed while jumping up and down. Everyone around us watched us funny because we looked foolish in the process. We just laughed and went to class together. We’re junior’s, next year is our last year. We already planned ahead what we wanted to do.
That Night
Zaire called me around 7 to tell me something. I answered hastily.
“H-hello?”
“Haha Gabby chill, I saw her.”
“O-M-G!! What did she look like?”
“A normal human being that was very tired.”
“Oh. Did you talk to her?”
“Well she’s still here in the room. She’s just in the rest room.” She said to me. I heard talking in the background. “Safaree, can you bring me my hand bag?” I spazzed silently for a moment. I couldn’t believe that that was her. The queen and my idol.
“Zaire, can you put her on the phone?”
“I don’t know Gabby. I-(get’s cut off)”
“Who are you talking to?” I heard Nicki ask Zaire.
“Oh, my best friend. I promised her I’d call her when you reached.” I heard Zaire say nervously.
“Oh, may I speak to her?” I heard Nicki ask her.
“Okay.”
I heard abit of shuffling and then I heard her voice. Oh My God. Nicki Minaj was about to speak to me on the phone.
“Hi barb.” She said. I screamed into the phone then started jumping up and down.
“haha, wow, you screamed really loud there.”
“Sorry, Ms. Nicki”
“haha, don’t call me that call me Nicki.”
“Alright. Oh My Gosh, I love you. You mean so much to me, I wish I could see you right now.” I rambled on.
“Oh yes, I wished that to. How are you?”
“I’m fine and you?”
“I’m abit sl-(gco)”.
“Who are you talking to so loudly?” my mother says while taking the phone from me. I didn’t even hear her walk in. I was in deep trouble of she knew who was on the line. I didn’t want to lie, but sadly I did.
“I’m talking to Zaire about a school project.” I say to her. She spoke into my phone.
“Hello, who is this?” she asks into the phone rudely.
“Hello, I’m Nicki Minaj.” Nicki answered her.
“Okay, I don’t want you speaking to my daughter. You are a terrible influence and have no talent. You wear revealing clothes and swear to much. Don’t EVER speak to my daughter again.” She yelled into the phone before hanging up. She took my phone away.
“Jij krijgt dit niet terug, tot je begrijpt waarom dit fout is.” (You’re not getting this back, until you understand why this is wrong.)
My father later came in with his leather belt. Not just any leather belt but the worst of them all. The thick leather one. I cried my eyes out. It hurt so bad. It had cut into my skin leaving cuts everywhere. At some point it hit me in the head, and I had a cut across my forehead. I couldn’t hide that one. My dad then stopped and looked at me shocked before rushing out the door slamming the door.
Why were they doing this? Nicki Minaj is just a human being.
Nicki Minaj
Airport, Simpson Bay, St. Maarten
7:45 P.M., Monday
____________________________
After the girl’s mother hung up, I actually felt the sting of what she said. I could hear her daughter breathing heavy in the background. I think I actually got that girl in serious trouble.
“Shit, this isn’t good.” The girl in the room said. She looked scared herself.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Her parents are gonna kill her. It’s bad enough what happened to Gabby before but this will surely be the end of her.”
“Gabby is her name?”
“Yes, Gabriella.”
“Oh and yours?”
“Zaire.”
“Oh that’s a cool name.”
“Thanks.” She said and gave me a small smile before taking up her phone off my lap and running out the room. I just looked at her confused. I couldn’t have caused something bad to happen to her friend. I shook it off. I felt so bad. Me and Safaree were driven to the hotel, which I must say was really nice. It was spacious and no one seemed to recognize me or Safaree. That was good.
I went to bed that night thinking about the girl on the phone named Gabriella. I wonder how she’s doing.
5. #GetInTheMyx... right?
Nicki Minaj
Hotel Suite, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Tuesday
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I couldn't stop thinking about the voice of Gabriella on the phone last night. She seemed so worry free when she spoke but you could clearly hear that that wasn't what her life was. I never got to speak to her friend Zaire again either. She just seemed ticked off. I still have her father's number though, i'll give him a call.
i dialed the number and let it ring. It rung 3 times before someone spoke.
"Mark Healy."
"Uhm hello Mr. Healy. It's Nicki." i say
"Oh, good morning ma'am."
"Yeah, uhm is Zaire around?"
"My daughter is at school, sorry."
"Oh... Well can you let her know I called and to call me back soon please?"
"Shure thing."
"Alright, thanks" I said with a smile on my face before hanging up. I seriously wanted to know how that girl was doing. I just, urg, I think too much.
I got off my bed and went to look for Safaree in his room. I knocked and heard nothing. I knocked abit harder still nothing. I grew abit irritated. He was suppose to wake me up, not me wake his a/ss up. I rolled my eyes. Now I litterally banging on the door. I stopped after a good minute to catch my breath. TF? This nigguh still ain't up? I hmph'd in fustration. I decided to just walk right in. Luckily his door was open, but it was really dark and I couldn’t see where I was going. I tripped on one of his shoes and fell right on him. My boobs were in his face. He shot up so quickly , that I fell onto the floor with a thud.
“Ouwwww Safaree!”
“Sorry Nic, what the hell were you trying to do? Play the role of James Bond?” he said with a grin on his face.
“Shut up, I came to wake yah a/ss up playboy.”
“Oh, sorry Nic. I was just really tired.”
“Mmm.” I said while giving him the side eye. “Well hurry up, I’m hungry.” I said while carefully walking out the door. How can he see in this darkness? I don’t understand.
We ate and got our things to go into the town to promote. We were also scheduled to make an appearance on Laser 101. This was gonna take some time.
Gabriella Richardson
School, South Reward, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Tuesday
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My head hurts so bad. The cut across my forehead turned purple over night. I was able to stop the bleeding and the swelling abit. I feel light-headed at times as well. I went to the nurse’s office as soon as I reached school and she gave me a painkiller. It seems to be working so far. Everyone and I mean everyone wanted to know what happened. I lied and said I slipped in the tub. The mean one just laughed and called me an a/ss. Oh here comes the bully of the school, dear god pleaseeee.
“Sup big head?” Shamilah said to me while shoving me abit. I remained quiet hoping that she’d leave me alone. Some students were already gathering around to see this. I hate violence so imagine how I feel about fighting.
“So, you want to play silent, humpback whale?” Everyone there laughed. Humpback whale was one of the few names she’d call me. Where the hell is Zaire when I need her? She was so good in this. I just remained silent and looked down. I was trying to control my emotions, I was feeling the need to hurt her and cry at the same time.
“Aw, are you gonna cry like a b/itch now? Oh wait, you are a b/itch and so is that whore you call a mother!” she yelled and everyone started chanting.
That did it for me. You will not call me a b/itch or disrespect my mother. I threw hands at her. I didn’t stop. I just flung punch after punch until someone kicked the sensitive spot on my back. My legs went numb. I screamed in pain. Shamilah saw this as an advantage and started to punch and kick me. Zaire finally came running and beat her a/ss up. The school security also came and took us 3 to our different coordinators. Luckily, me and Zaire had the same one. That was Mrs. Scott.
When we walked in, she looked at me shocked. I had blood on my knuckles and my clothes. My forehead was bleeding again. And I had a busted lip. Zaire just had abit of Shamilah’s blood on her hands.
“Okay, can one of you explain to me what the hell just happened and why you, Gabriella, look like a charlah (bum)?” Zaire looked at me with sad eyes so I knew I had to answer.
“I fought Shamilah.” Zaire and Mrs. Scott’s eyes grew wide. I bet they couldn’t believe that me, the shortest kid in the school would take on someone that was atleast twice my size and height.
“So, you’re trying to convince me that you threw the first hand?” she asked me and I nodded. Everything hurt. But I knew nothing would hurt more than what was gonna happen to me once I reached home.
“Well, I’m sorry but Gabriella, you will be getting 3 days suspension and as for you miss Healy detention for 2 weeks. You both know I will not tolerate fighting at this school. Zaire you are dismissed.” Zaire swiftly left, but not before giving me a small frown.
“Now miss Richardson, please tell me why?” I told her about Shamilah picking on me about my forehead first then the rest. She looked at me with understanding.
“Gabriella, your such a good student here at Milton Peters. You have good parents. Why waste your time on something like this?” I just looked down. I knew what she was saying was true except the part about my parents. If it weren’t for dad, I wouldn’t have been in here right now. Mrs. Scott just sighed and shook her head.
“Tell you what Gabriella, I don’t give you suspension, but you do have to attend detention for 2 months starting this Friday. You will also in your free periods and recesses be in my office helping me with whatever it is I need help with. I don’t want to punish you, but I have to somehow.”
“Okay, I understand.” I say with a low voice and tears running down my cheeks. The worst was about to happen. She was about to call my parents.
“Okay so now I’m going to call your parents to pick you up, explain the situation, and I will see you tomorrow.” I said. My eyes grew wide.
“No please, don’t tell them what happened. Just say I fell or something please. They will hurt me!” I shrieked then covered my mouth because I realized I just told someone the secret about what my parents do to me. Mrs. Scott just looked at me with wide eyes. She dismissed me and I knew she still would call.
About 15 minutes later I saw my father walk in looking for me. He seemed upset. Here we go.
In the car laser 101 was on and they were getting hype to have Nicki Minaj on their station. Dad swiftly turned the station when he heard the name. Once we were home, we all know what happened. Just this time was worse. He pulled me by my bun when I was walking up the stairs, and I fell on my back all the way down. I couldn’t feel my legs and somewhere on me was bleeding. I blacked out. I felt nothing.
Zaire Healy
Home, Mary Fancy, St. Maarten
8:45 P.M., Tuesday
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My parents were upset with me but were furious that someone beat up Gabriella. She has a birth defect. I cried and cried. It was all my fault, I should’ve stayed by her side instead of hanging with Kevin. I hate myself right now. I want to know how she’s doing but not even her parents are picking up the phone. My phone does ring and it’s an unknown number. I answer anyway in hope that it’s Gabby.
“H-hello.” I stuttered sadly.
“Hi Zaire, it’s Nicki. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Nicki, Gabby got beat up today and I don’t even know why. She’s not answering and her parents either. She had this big cut across her forehead this morning and I can guarantee her dad did it.”
“Oh my god! So you don’t know what’s happening to her right now?!?”
“No, but I think you shouldn’t call for now. It’s like ever sinds you came, it’s been getting worst! I hate you!” I screamed at her before hanging up. I didn’t really mean that, but I was just very hurt.
About 10 at night. I heard my bedroom door open.
“C’mon Zaire. We have to go to the hospital. Gabriella’s in a coma. It’s not looking too good.” He yelled with anger in his voice. His face was puffy and red. I
I threw up right then. And fainted.
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Author's note:
I cried alittle writing this and this is also abit personal. I have a birth defect called spina bifida. Go look it up if you want to know what that is. I never fought or so at school but i was called humpback whale and so on. Reminder to all. Bullying is not good. It may have serious concequences!!
Hotel Suite, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Tuesday
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I couldn't stop thinking about the voice of Gabriella on the phone last night. She seemed so worry free when she spoke but you could clearly hear that that wasn't what her life was. I never got to speak to her friend Zaire again either. She just seemed ticked off. I still have her father's number though, i'll give him a call.
i dialed the number and let it ring. It rung 3 times before someone spoke.
"Mark Healy."
"Uhm hello Mr. Healy. It's Nicki." i say
"Oh, good morning ma'am."
"Yeah, uhm is Zaire around?"
"My daughter is at school, sorry."
"Oh... Well can you let her know I called and to call me back soon please?"
"Shure thing."
"Alright, thanks" I said with a smile on my face before hanging up. I seriously wanted to know how that girl was doing. I just, urg, I think too much.
I got off my bed and went to look for Safaree in his room. I knocked and heard nothing. I knocked abit harder still nothing. I grew abit irritated. He was suppose to wake me up, not me wake his a/ss up. I rolled my eyes. Now I litterally banging on the door. I stopped after a good minute to catch my breath. TF? This nigguh still ain't up? I hmph'd in fustration. I decided to just walk right in. Luckily his door was open, but it was really dark and I couldn’t see where I was going. I tripped on one of his shoes and fell right on him. My boobs were in his face. He shot up so quickly , that I fell onto the floor with a thud.
“Ouwwww Safaree!”
“Sorry Nic, what the hell were you trying to do? Play the role of James Bond?” he said with a grin on his face.
“Shut up, I came to wake yah a/ss up playboy.”
“Oh, sorry Nic. I was just really tired.”
“Mmm.” I said while giving him the side eye. “Well hurry up, I’m hungry.” I said while carefully walking out the door. How can he see in this darkness? I don’t understand.
We ate and got our things to go into the town to promote. We were also scheduled to make an appearance on Laser 101. This was gonna take some time.
Gabriella Richardson
School, South Reward, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Tuesday
___________________________
My head hurts so bad. The cut across my forehead turned purple over night. I was able to stop the bleeding and the swelling abit. I feel light-headed at times as well. I went to the nurse’s office as soon as I reached school and she gave me a painkiller. It seems to be working so far. Everyone and I mean everyone wanted to know what happened. I lied and said I slipped in the tub. The mean one just laughed and called me an a/ss. Oh here comes the bully of the school, dear god pleaseeee.
“Sup big head?” Shamilah said to me while shoving me abit. I remained quiet hoping that she’d leave me alone. Some students were already gathering around to see this. I hate violence so imagine how I feel about fighting.
“So, you want to play silent, humpback whale?” Everyone there laughed. Humpback whale was one of the few names she’d call me. Where the hell is Zaire when I need her? She was so good in this. I just remained silent and looked down. I was trying to control my emotions, I was feeling the need to hurt her and cry at the same time.
“Aw, are you gonna cry like a b/itch now? Oh wait, you are a b/itch and so is that whore you call a mother!” she yelled and everyone started chanting.
That did it for me. You will not call me a b/itch or disrespect my mother. I threw hands at her. I didn’t stop. I just flung punch after punch until someone kicked the sensitive spot on my back. My legs went numb. I screamed in pain. Shamilah saw this as an advantage and started to punch and kick me. Zaire finally came running and beat her a/ss up. The school security also came and took us 3 to our different coordinators. Luckily, me and Zaire had the same one. That was Mrs. Scott.
When we walked in, she looked at me shocked. I had blood on my knuckles and my clothes. My forehead was bleeding again. And I had a busted lip. Zaire just had abit of Shamilah’s blood on her hands.
“Okay, can one of you explain to me what the hell just happened and why you, Gabriella, look like a charlah (bum)?” Zaire looked at me with sad eyes so I knew I had to answer.
“I fought Shamilah.” Zaire and Mrs. Scott’s eyes grew wide. I bet they couldn’t believe that me, the shortest kid in the school would take on someone that was atleast twice my size and height.
“So, you’re trying to convince me that you threw the first hand?” she asked me and I nodded. Everything hurt. But I knew nothing would hurt more than what was gonna happen to me once I reached home.
“Well, I’m sorry but Gabriella, you will be getting 3 days suspension and as for you miss Healy detention for 2 weeks. You both know I will not tolerate fighting at this school. Zaire you are dismissed.” Zaire swiftly left, but not before giving me a small frown.
“Now miss Richardson, please tell me why?” I told her about Shamilah picking on me about my forehead first then the rest. She looked at me with understanding.
“Gabriella, your such a good student here at Milton Peters. You have good parents. Why waste your time on something like this?” I just looked down. I knew what she was saying was true except the part about my parents. If it weren’t for dad, I wouldn’t have been in here right now. Mrs. Scott just sighed and shook her head.
“Tell you what Gabriella, I don’t give you suspension, but you do have to attend detention for 2 months starting this Friday. You will also in your free periods and recesses be in my office helping me with whatever it is I need help with. I don’t want to punish you, but I have to somehow.”
“Okay, I understand.” I say with a low voice and tears running down my cheeks. The worst was about to happen. She was about to call my parents.
“Okay so now I’m going to call your parents to pick you up, explain the situation, and I will see you tomorrow.” I said. My eyes grew wide.
“No please, don’t tell them what happened. Just say I fell or something please. They will hurt me!” I shrieked then covered my mouth because I realized I just told someone the secret about what my parents do to me. Mrs. Scott just looked at me with wide eyes. She dismissed me and I knew she still would call.
About 15 minutes later I saw my father walk in looking for me. He seemed upset. Here we go.
In the car laser 101 was on and they were getting hype to have Nicki Minaj on their station. Dad swiftly turned the station when he heard the name. Once we were home, we all know what happened. Just this time was worse. He pulled me by my bun when I was walking up the stairs, and I fell on my back all the way down. I couldn’t feel my legs and somewhere on me was bleeding. I blacked out. I felt nothing.
Zaire Healy
Home, Mary Fancy, St. Maarten
8:45 P.M., Tuesday
___________________________
My parents were upset with me but were furious that someone beat up Gabriella. She has a birth defect. I cried and cried. It was all my fault, I should’ve stayed by her side instead of hanging with Kevin. I hate myself right now. I want to know how she’s doing but not even her parents are picking up the phone. My phone does ring and it’s an unknown number. I answer anyway in hope that it’s Gabby.
“H-hello.” I stuttered sadly.
“Hi Zaire, it’s Nicki. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Nicki, Gabby got beat up today and I don’t even know why. She’s not answering and her parents either. She had this big cut across her forehead this morning and I can guarantee her dad did it.”
“Oh my god! So you don’t know what’s happening to her right now?!?”
“No, but I think you shouldn’t call for now. It’s like ever sinds you came, it’s been getting worst! I hate you!” I screamed at her before hanging up. I didn’t really mean that, but I was just very hurt.
About 10 at night. I heard my bedroom door open.
“C’mon Zaire. We have to go to the hospital. Gabriella’s in a coma. It’s not looking too good.” He yelled with anger in his voice. His face was puffy and red. I
I threw up right then. And fainted.
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Author's note:
I cried alittle writing this and this is also abit personal. I have a birth defect called spina bifida. Go look it up if you want to know what that is. I never fought or so at school but i was called humpback whale and so on. Reminder to all. Bullying is not good. It may have serious concequences!!
6. Broken
Zaire Healy
Hospital , Belair , St. Maarten
7:45 A.M., Wednesday
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I’m here in a hospital bed. It takes me a second to realize why I am in one. I fainted the night before. With that thought, my best friend comes into my thoughts. I quickly try to get up, only to feel so dizzy that I lie back down. My dad walks in.
“Hi princess. How you feeling?”
“Could be better.” I say with a sigh. I wanted to go see Gabby now. “How’s Gabby?” he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face before answering me.
“She’s still in a coma. I spoke to the doctors and they said that she may not be able to walk after that all. Her parents are at the police station. I called them myself.” A tear escaped his eye. Mines were already falling after he said that she was still in a coma.
I sighed. Dad handed me my phone and said answer it the next time it rings. It didn’t take that long.
“Hello?”
“Hi babygirl!” wait what? MOM?!?
“Mom?”
“yes, sweet heart?”
“It’s really you!!!!!” I screamed into the phone laughing. We talked abit before I became tired and stuff. I miss her sooooooooo much and I know we’ll be together soon. You see, my mom works in China. I know, that far away from St. Maarten, well not really but it still is. I miss her like crazy. “Just a couple more months.” I think to myself. I was a tough girl. Crying wasn’t my thing. To me that was something did alone in your pillow not where the whole world could see. But as you can see, I need to cry.
I want to see my Gabby. I love her. And I think I like her more than a friend even, but I don’t know. It would seem weird and stuff but tja, whatever.
Nicki Minaj
Hotel Suite, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Wednesday
____________________________
I couldn’t really sleep. What Zaire said to me really hurt me. Was it really my fault. Nah, it can’t be. I never meant to anyone in danger. I tried calling Zaire, but I guess her phone was off. Safaree has been getting on my nerves between last night and now. Trying to lighten up my mood. I hate him right now. I cursed him out and now I’m alone. I see my phone light up, indicating I had a call coming in.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Zaire.” A small sad voice said.
“Hey…”
“I’m sorry.” She blurted before breaking into tears.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I blamed you for something you’re only now being introduced to.”
“It’s okay. Really.” I said with a smile. Zaire just continued crying. “So what’s up babygirl? Wy are you crying?”
She sobbed a few times before taking a deep breath to answer me.
“I’m not good. My best friend’s in a coma and may not be able to walk anymore. I’m in the hospital because I fainted after hearing the news.” I choked on my water. I couldn’t believe so much happened.
“How do you mean she won’t be able to walk anymore?” Zaire explained Gabby’s condition and told me all about her birth defect and so on. I cried, I couldn’t believe someone so cruel would do that to her. I’e never met Gabby, but she gives me every reason to meet her.
Zaire and I spoke some more before saying good bye. I just continued to cry. I didn’t want to do anything or see anything. I made my room pitch black before turning off my phone and falling asleep.
I wake up about an hour later to manly hands wrapped around my tiny waist as if to protect me. I felt safe.
“Faree?” I whispered.
“Yeah Nic? You good?”
“Yeah, I am now.” I said while wrapping my arms around his neck. I just stared into his eyes which were still kind of visible in the dark. And all of a sudden, he did something I swear I didn’t think he would ever do. Safaree kissed me. It wasn’t a long one. But a simple peck on the lips. I blushed alittle. Was I beginning to feel something towards Safaree?
“C’mon Nic, let’s go outside. You’re on vacation. Try to enjoy yourself abit please.” I shook my head as in to indicate yes.
“Faree?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I always loved you and still do.” He said while cupping my hands into his. I just looked into his eyes and I could see the sincerity in them.
“Faree, can we stop by the hospital later please?”
“Shure thing, but why?”
“I want to see 2 people. Zaire and Gabriella.”
“Oh the girl we met on the airport who had her best friend on the phone?” he asked me abit confused.
“Yeah, they’re both in the hospital and I want to visit them.”
“Wow, oh well ait. I got you.” He said with a small smile.
We ate breakfast together and went out by the poolside. I was wearing a white bikini and Safaree, red trunks. I swear, he and red shall never part. It’s not even funny anymore. We spent most of the time relaxing and talking about random things. I was really looking foreward to finally meeting Gabriella and speaking to her.
Gabriella Richardson
Hospital, Belair, St. Maarten
4:45 P.M., Tuesday
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I’m still asleep. I want to wake up but it’s not working. I’m currently in this weird sort of happy place. Everything was like it was waiting on me. I danced with the cutest boys and had the prettiest dresses. Everyone kept clapping for me. I saw Zaire as well. I called out for her.
“Zaire!” She turned and just smiled before walking away. I followed her. She came to a cliff and fell off. I jumped after her. We were falling but it was like we were never gonna reach the bottom.
“You can open your eyes now.” Zaire says to me with that same smile. I look at her confused.
“I am awake.”
“Here,but not there.”
“How do I get up then?”
“by listening, do you hear that voice?” We both listened to someone singing a ballad. You couldn’t quite get the words but you could hear it was someone who’s been crying. “Now, all you have to do is take 3 deep breaths.” Zaire then said after a while . I took the first 2 breaths and I could already feel the difference.
“Good bye big shishtaw” a little girl said. She looked so much like Nicki. You could say she’s a mini me.
“Who are you?” I ask her quickly before she started drifting away from view.
“I’m Naiwy (Nairy) and I’m from the future.” She said then completely faded. I took the last breath and I screamed out in pain.
Nicki Minaj
Hospital, Belair, St. Maarten
8:59 P.M., Wednesday
____________________________
I heard when she screamed. She was awake I guess. I looked her over when she was asleep still. She looked so pretty, you would never think something was wrong with her. Her wild curls were all over the place and her lips were in a tiny pout. Even here on this hospital bed, she seemed at peace. I sang for her abit. I sung ‘all of me’ from John Legend. She just seemed that special. Safaree went to see Zaire and hasn’t seen Gabby yet. I think he’ll love her.
The doctors checked her over which took a while and then my thoughts were drifting. I didn’t even hear when someone walked in.
“S’cuse me dahling” this thick lady says to me. I turn to face her. “Ah you deh child moda?”
“No, but I know her.”
“Ah, well visiting hours are ovah. Onleh de moda allowed tuh stay.”
“Well, I’m the only one here for the child. The parents are in jail.” The lady at first didn’t seem convinced but let me stay anyway. I went back into Gabriella’s room. She was just beginning to stir.
“Hello little ladybug.” I whispered to her.
“H-hi. Who are you?” she asked me confused. I felt confused. Wasn’t she supposed to be a big fan of mines?
“I’m Nicki as in Nicki Minaj.” I say with a small smile.
“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m Gabriella.” She said and gave me a small smile. She was trying so hard but it was as if she forgot a few things and couldn’t really see me. Her eyes just kept circling around the room.
She talked to me abit before drifting back to sleep. I in that time that she was sleeping was able to shower and eat. I also went to see a doctor.
“S’cuse me sir?”
“Yes?” he said without looking up. It was when I coughed alittle that he looked up. Damn he fine. He just kept staring at me. “Oh my god, your Nicki Minaj.” He said abit nervous.
“Yes, that would be me.”
“Well wow, your much prettier in person I must say.” He says and I blush a little.
“Thank you, are your Gabriella’s Doctor?”
“I’m thinking you mean Gabriella Richardson?” he asked me and I became wide eyed. I didn’t know her last name. So I just pointed to the door and he laughed a little before answering.
“Yuhp, that’s her. Well she had abit of a concussion, but she should be back soon. Only thing is that I don’t know if she’ll ever walk again. They damaged her birth defect abit so she will be in a lot of pain for a while.
It was about 9:30 when I went to check in on her. She was watching TV. When she saw me, she shrieked. I guess really knew who I was now.
“Oma!” she yelled and tried reaching for me. Oma? I’m her grandmother now?
“Oma, waarom kan ik m’n benen niet voelen? (why can’t a feel my legs)” I just looked at her blank while she looked at herself and was struggling to do something. I think she wanted to get out of bed. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I think it was Dutch she was speaking because I remember hearing something like that when I was on tour in Amsterdam.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back okay?” I said before kissing her forehead and looking for the doctor. He was just about to walk in so you could say we boot into each other.
“Sorry.” We both said at the same time before sharing a smile chuckle.
“Doc, she called me Oma and I can’t understand what she’s saying because she’s speaking Dutch to me.” I said and pouted. He just chuckled.
“Don’t worry, just rest abit, I’ll put her to sleep and soothe her.”
“Okay.”
I watched how he interacted with her. He spoke Dutch to her and she started to cry at some point. I guess he told her about her legs. I felt so heartbroken. I wish I could help walk again. It really urt me to see her like this.
I walked up to her after the doctor left and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
“Love you Gabby, sleep tight.” I said and tucked her in abit.
“L-love you too Mo-wait, what do I call you?” she asked with wide eyes. She had such gorgeous brown eyes. They just made me want to melt.
“Anything you want.”
“Mom?”
“That too.”
“Okay, g’night mom.” She said and she beamed a smile at me. I smiled back. I was starting to turn away when I felt her tug at my sleeve. “Stay with me please.”
“Shure thing.”
We soon fell asleep together. You could tell that Gabriella was finally starting to relax. She was still abit shaken up, but she was getting there. Slowly but shurely.
Hospital , Belair , St. Maarten
7:45 A.M., Wednesday
___________________________
I’m here in a hospital bed. It takes me a second to realize why I am in one. I fainted the night before. With that thought, my best friend comes into my thoughts. I quickly try to get up, only to feel so dizzy that I lie back down. My dad walks in.
“Hi princess. How you feeling?”
“Could be better.” I say with a sigh. I wanted to go see Gabby now. “How’s Gabby?” he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face before answering me.
“She’s still in a coma. I spoke to the doctors and they said that she may not be able to walk after that all. Her parents are at the police station. I called them myself.” A tear escaped his eye. Mines were already falling after he said that she was still in a coma.
I sighed. Dad handed me my phone and said answer it the next time it rings. It didn’t take that long.
“Hello?”
“Hi babygirl!” wait what? MOM?!?
“Mom?”
“yes, sweet heart?”
“It’s really you!!!!!” I screamed into the phone laughing. We talked abit before I became tired and stuff. I miss her sooooooooo much and I know we’ll be together soon. You see, my mom works in China. I know, that far away from St. Maarten, well not really but it still is. I miss her like crazy. “Just a couple more months.” I think to myself. I was a tough girl. Crying wasn’t my thing. To me that was something did alone in your pillow not where the whole world could see. But as you can see, I need to cry.
I want to see my Gabby. I love her. And I think I like her more than a friend even, but I don’t know. It would seem weird and stuff but tja, whatever.
Nicki Minaj
Hotel Suite, Dawn Beach, St. Maarten
8:45 A.M., Wednesday
____________________________
I couldn’t really sleep. What Zaire said to me really hurt me. Was it really my fault. Nah, it can’t be. I never meant to anyone in danger. I tried calling Zaire, but I guess her phone was off. Safaree has been getting on my nerves between last night and now. Trying to lighten up my mood. I hate him right now. I cursed him out and now I’m alone. I see my phone light up, indicating I had a call coming in.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Zaire.” A small sad voice said.
“Hey…”
“I’m sorry.” She blurted before breaking into tears.
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I blamed you for something you’re only now being introduced to.”
“It’s okay. Really.” I said with a smile. Zaire just continued crying. “So what’s up babygirl? Wy are you crying?”
She sobbed a few times before taking a deep breath to answer me.
“I’m not good. My best friend’s in a coma and may not be able to walk anymore. I’m in the hospital because I fainted after hearing the news.” I choked on my water. I couldn’t believe so much happened.
“How do you mean she won’t be able to walk anymore?” Zaire explained Gabby’s condition and told me all about her birth defect and so on. I cried, I couldn’t believe someone so cruel would do that to her. I’e never met Gabby, but she gives me every reason to meet her.
Zaire and I spoke some more before saying good bye. I just continued to cry. I didn’t want to do anything or see anything. I made my room pitch black before turning off my phone and falling asleep.
I wake up about an hour later to manly hands wrapped around my tiny waist as if to protect me. I felt safe.
“Faree?” I whispered.
“Yeah Nic? You good?”
“Yeah, I am now.” I said while wrapping my arms around his neck. I just stared into his eyes which were still kind of visible in the dark. And all of a sudden, he did something I swear I didn’t think he would ever do. Safaree kissed me. It wasn’t a long one. But a simple peck on the lips. I blushed alittle. Was I beginning to feel something towards Safaree?
“C’mon Nic, let’s go outside. You’re on vacation. Try to enjoy yourself abit please.” I shook my head as in to indicate yes.
“Faree?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I always loved you and still do.” He said while cupping my hands into his. I just looked into his eyes and I could see the sincerity in them.
“Faree, can we stop by the hospital later please?”
“Shure thing, but why?”
“I want to see 2 people. Zaire and Gabriella.”
“Oh the girl we met on the airport who had her best friend on the phone?” he asked me abit confused.
“Yeah, they’re both in the hospital and I want to visit them.”
“Wow, oh well ait. I got you.” He said with a small smile.
We ate breakfast together and went out by the poolside. I was wearing a white bikini and Safaree, red trunks. I swear, he and red shall never part. It’s not even funny anymore. We spent most of the time relaxing and talking about random things. I was really looking foreward to finally meeting Gabriella and speaking to her.
Gabriella Richardson
Hospital, Belair, St. Maarten
4:45 P.M., Tuesday
___________________________
I’m still asleep. I want to wake up but it’s not working. I’m currently in this weird sort of happy place. Everything was like it was waiting on me. I danced with the cutest boys and had the prettiest dresses. Everyone kept clapping for me. I saw Zaire as well. I called out for her.
“Zaire!” She turned and just smiled before walking away. I followed her. She came to a cliff and fell off. I jumped after her. We were falling but it was like we were never gonna reach the bottom.
“You can open your eyes now.” Zaire says to me with that same smile. I look at her confused.
“I am awake.”
“Here,but not there.”
“How do I get up then?”
“by listening, do you hear that voice?” We both listened to someone singing a ballad. You couldn’t quite get the words but you could hear it was someone who’s been crying. “Now, all you have to do is take 3 deep breaths.” Zaire then said after a while . I took the first 2 breaths and I could already feel the difference.
“Good bye big shishtaw” a little girl said. She looked so much like Nicki. You could say she’s a mini me.
“Who are you?” I ask her quickly before she started drifting away from view.
“I’m Naiwy (Nairy) and I’m from the future.” She said then completely faded. I took the last breath and I screamed out in pain.
Nicki Minaj
Hospital, Belair, St. Maarten
8:59 P.M., Wednesday
____________________________
I heard when she screamed. She was awake I guess. I looked her over when she was asleep still. She looked so pretty, you would never think something was wrong with her. Her wild curls were all over the place and her lips were in a tiny pout. Even here on this hospital bed, she seemed at peace. I sang for her abit. I sung ‘all of me’ from John Legend. She just seemed that special. Safaree went to see Zaire and hasn’t seen Gabby yet. I think he’ll love her.
The doctors checked her over which took a while and then my thoughts were drifting. I didn’t even hear when someone walked in.
“S’cuse me dahling” this thick lady says to me. I turn to face her. “Ah you deh child moda?”
“No, but I know her.”
“Ah, well visiting hours are ovah. Onleh de moda allowed tuh stay.”
“Well, I’m the only one here for the child. The parents are in jail.” The lady at first didn’t seem convinced but let me stay anyway. I went back into Gabriella’s room. She was just beginning to stir.
“Hello little ladybug.” I whispered to her.
“H-hi. Who are you?” she asked me confused. I felt confused. Wasn’t she supposed to be a big fan of mines?
“I’m Nicki as in Nicki Minaj.” I say with a small smile.
“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m Gabriella.” She said and gave me a small smile. She was trying so hard but it was as if she forgot a few things and couldn’t really see me. Her eyes just kept circling around the room.
She talked to me abit before drifting back to sleep. I in that time that she was sleeping was able to shower and eat. I also went to see a doctor.
“S’cuse me sir?”
“Yes?” he said without looking up. It was when I coughed alittle that he looked up. Damn he fine. He just kept staring at me. “Oh my god, your Nicki Minaj.” He said abit nervous.
“Yes, that would be me.”
“Well wow, your much prettier in person I must say.” He says and I blush a little.
“Thank you, are your Gabriella’s Doctor?”
“I’m thinking you mean Gabriella Richardson?” he asked me and I became wide eyed. I didn’t know her last name. So I just pointed to the door and he laughed a little before answering.
“Yuhp, that’s her. Well she had abit of a concussion, but she should be back soon. Only thing is that I don’t know if she’ll ever walk again. They damaged her birth defect abit so she will be in a lot of pain for a while.
It was about 9:30 when I went to check in on her. She was watching TV. When she saw me, she shrieked. I guess really knew who I was now.
“Oma!” she yelled and tried reaching for me. Oma? I’m her grandmother now?
“Oma, waarom kan ik m’n benen niet voelen? (why can’t a feel my legs)” I just looked at her blank while she looked at herself and was struggling to do something. I think she wanted to get out of bed. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. I think it was Dutch she was speaking because I remember hearing something like that when I was on tour in Amsterdam.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back okay?” I said before kissing her forehead and looking for the doctor. He was just about to walk in so you could say we boot into each other.
“Sorry.” We both said at the same time before sharing a smile chuckle.
“Doc, she called me Oma and I can’t understand what she’s saying because she’s speaking Dutch to me.” I said and pouted. He just chuckled.
“Don’t worry, just rest abit, I’ll put her to sleep and soothe her.”
“Okay.”
I watched how he interacted with her. He spoke Dutch to her and she started to cry at some point. I guess he told her about her legs. I felt so heartbroken. I wish I could help walk again. It really urt me to see her like this.
I walked up to her after the doctor left and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
“Love you Gabby, sleep tight.” I said and tucked her in abit.
“L-love you too Mo-wait, what do I call you?” she asked with wide eyes. She had such gorgeous brown eyes. They just made me want to melt.
“Anything you want.”
“Mom?”
“That too.”
“Okay, g’night mom.” She said and she beamed a smile at me. I smiled back. I was starting to turn away when I felt her tug at my sleeve. “Stay with me please.”
“Shure thing.”
We soon fell asleep together. You could tell that Gabriella was finally starting to relax. She was still abit shaken up, but she was getting there. Slowly but shurely.
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