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
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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.
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