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!!
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