When I woke up I convinced myself that last night was all just a dream and that my mother didn’t really get engaged to Mr. Steve last night.
But my happiness was only for a moment. My mother handed me my plate with breakfast on it with a ring on her ring finger.
“Morning Natalie,” Momma said. “Did you sleep well last night?”
“No,” I mumbled.
“Is something bothering you?” Momma asked.
Was something bothering me? Was she kidding? My mother was getting married to a man I hardly knew!
“Is the restaurant open for breakfast?” Mr. Hank asked walking in.
“Yes, sir!” Momma said. She looked at me.
“We will continue this discussion later,” Momma whispered. I hobbled to a booth and sat down.
I tried to pray over my food. I really did try but I wasn’t thankful. I was mad, upset, and UGH!
“Sugar, are you all right?” Mr. Hank asked. I looked on the ground were bacon and eggs laid scattered.
“I’m having a hard time praying over my food,” I sighed.
Mr. Hank gave me a weird look.
“I know it seems silly but I just don’t feel thankful. I’m a little mad at God right now,” I said.
“Why are you mad, sugar?” Mr. Hank asked.
“I don’t know,” I lied. I knew why I was mad.
“That’s a lie,’ Mr. Hank said seeing through me.
“I know it is but I don’t like Mr. Steve,” I said.
“Ah,” Mr. Hank said. “Why don’t you like him?”
“I’ve barely known him a month,” I said.
“Your mother has known him since high school or maybe even before that,” Mr. Hank said.
“I know but I miss my daddy,” I sniffled.
“I know you do, sugar. I know you do,” Mr. Hank said rubbing my back.
Emily Stewart walked through the restaurant door and looked at me.
“Is Clumsy crying? Did she hurt herself again?” Emily said pouting.
“Emily Zendaya Stewart!” Mr. Hank shouted. Emily crossed her arms.
“Look Natalie, nobody here wants you to be here. It’s the same old game. The town is nice because they feel like they have to be nice to you not because they want to be. ‘Natalie Baldwin broke her foot’. ‘Oh it serves her right but I’ll send her a present anyway’. Get the picture?” Emily asked.
“Emily Stewart, when I am finished with my breakfast I am personally going down to the library to have a talk with your grandmother,” Mr. Hank said.
Fear crept into Emily’s face.
“Go ahead. Grandma doesn’t scare me,” Emily lied. It was clear by the look on her face and the way her voice squeaked that she was scared of her Grandmother.
Darcy walked into the restaurant and frowned.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“The bus is coming,” He mumbled walking out the door. Emily smiled at me and walked out the restaurant. I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Mr. Hank whispered in my ear. He winked at me.
I walked out the door and onto the bus wondering what in the world Mr. Hank was talking about.
It was lunch time when a voice so loud it made me drop my sandwich on the floor burst through the noisy cafeteria. When everybody heard this voice they stopped talking and the cafeteria was very silent.
An older looking woman marched towards Emily’s table. She had on a floral print dress and thick red classes. She had on black boots that clicked when she walked.
“Yes, Grandma?” Emily squeaked.
“Apologize,” Mrs. Stewart said flatly.
“I’m sorry, Grandma for whatever I did!” Emily cried.
“Not to me. To Natalie Baldwin. Apologize NOW!” Mrs. Stewart shouted. Emily walked up to the table where I was sitting with Nelson and Regina.
“I am sorry for being so rude to you this morning. Please forgive me,” Emily said. Mrs. Stewart shook her head.
“No. No. That will not do! Get on your knees, child!” Mrs. Stewart said. Emily dropped to her knees.
“I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you. This morning I spoke without think of how my words could hurt you. Please, I beg of you to forgive me for the wrong I have done you!” Emily cried.
“Sure,” I shrugged. I felt like laughing which was what most of the cafeteria was doing.
“Miss Emily Stewart, I will have a word with you when I get home from work. I must be going now. Good day,” Mrs. Stewart said. She looked at me.
“I would like to personally invite you, your mother, and your mother’s fiancé to dinner Sunday night. Please give me the chance to make up my granddaughter’s poor behavior. I will make the arrangements with your mother,” Mrs. Stewart said. She then walked out of the room. After about five minutes Emily walked up to me.
“You will pay for this,” Emily whispered. “Big time!”
And I knew that she meant it.