Original Date: 6-28-97

I moped around the house most of Saturday after we got home from the picnic. I felt alone and abandoned. I was having a bad week.

I had left my original church home. I was no longer a part of the youth department of Harmon Street COGIC. I had buried Mrs. Johnson, my mother, my mentor, and my friend. I had left Arlene, my sister, my mother, and my biggest fan. No one I invited came to the picnic. I was in a mess. I felt so alone and abandon.

I didn't have any friends, because all my friends were at the orphanage and at Harmon Street COGIC. I wasn't going to be able to see my friends at school for a while. It was a couple of months before school was going to start. Everyone else's life was the same. My life was the only thing different. I almost began to regret ever meeting Kourtnee Adams on April 2nd.

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I went downstairs. Kourtnee was in the kitchen. I went into her bedroom and laid down on her bed. She had changed the sheets on her bed. She had a set of blue sheets with clouds on them covering the bed. She had a solid blue blanket on top of the sheets. Everything in her room matched. The curtains matched the carpet. The painting she had over her desk in her room matched the carpet and the curtains. I shook my head as I looked around the room.

When Kourtnee walk into her bedroom, I was sitting in the love seat that matched the carpet and the drapes. She had a plate with a sandwich and some chips on it. She had a glass of soda in her hand also. She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "You do realize that THIS IS my room, don't you? Your room is upstairs." I batted my eyelashes and walked over to her, "Did you fix me a sandwich, too?" She put the plate down on the nightstand and responded with a no. I asked her why she didn't fix me one. I asked her would she go fix me one. She told me to go and fix my own. I flopped on the bed, messing up the cover. She pushed me out of the way and starting eating the sandwich.

I asked her, "Are you just gonna eat the sandwich in front of me?" She took another bite of the sandwich and shook her head. I asked her could I have a bite of her sandwich. She said that I could have a bite. She turned the sandwich towards me and held the end of the sandwich that she had not bitten off to me so I could bite it. I don't normally eat off other people's food or drink out of other people's drinks. (I have issues about that. I think it's gross.) I looked at Kourtnee. She looked at me and said, "Girl, take a bite of this sandwich." I took a bite of the sandwich. When I bit into it, I immediately spit it out. The sandwich had mustard on it. I hate mustard. Kourtnee handed me a napkin. I wiped my tongue and my mouth. She was laughing hysterically. I rolled my eyes and left the room.

I went into the kitchen and got a glass of juice. I could not get the taste of mustard out of my mouth. My head was draped over the sink when I heard Kourtnee say, "If Mona sees you laying over her sink like that, she is gonna get you." I looked at her. She started laughing. I made a face. She walked over to me and squeezed my neck. She asked me to move. I moved. She washed her hands. I sat down on one of the stools that surrounded the kitchen island. Kourtnee waked over to the cabinet, "What kind of sandwich do you want?" I responded, "Ham and cheese. And NO MUSTARD, PLEASE!" She laughed and made me a sandwich. "Nobody told you to bite the sandwich without asking me what was on it," she said as she put the plate in front of me. I said, "Who makes a sandwich so neat that you can't see the mustard on it?" Kourtnee sat down on a stool next to me. She started eating her sandwich. Before I bit into the sandwich she had made for me, I took it apart and inspected it. There was no mustard or mayonnaise on the sandwich. Kourtnee looked at the sandwich after I had put it back together. Her beautiful neat creation was now a heap of ham and cheese piled on the bread. She rolled her eyes as I took a bite of my sandwich. I laughed as I chewed. She mumbled, "You think that's funny, don't you?" I smiled back and continued eating my sandwich. Kourtnee stopped eating her sandwich, "Don't ask me to fix you a sandwich anymore." I ignored her as I continued to eat my sandwich. We ate in peace until we had both finished eating.

Kourtnee went over to the sink and WASHED HER DISHES, and then she put them in the dishwasher. I walked over t the sink and put my dishes in the sink. I stood by waiting to wash my dishes. Before I knew what had happened, Kourtnee was spraying me with water from the sprayer connected to the faucet. She wet me up good as she laughed at me. I was soaked and so was the kitchen floor. I looked at her with a sly grin and then ran out of the kitchen. She yelled after me, "LaDawnya, don't you dare!!" By the time she caught up to me, I was standing next to her bed. She said, "Girl, if you get in my bed, I am gonna hurt you. Do not get into my bed!" I smiled at her, flopped on the bed, and began to curl up in the spread. Kourtnee screamed. I laughed.

Kourtnee told me to get up. I did. As she was taking the wet spread off the bed, I grabbed her tightly. She fell over on the bed when I let her go. She said, "I'm gonna get you," as she tried to get up off the bed. I took off running out of her room. I almost slipped and fell because my socks were wet. I ran upstairs and went into my room to change clothes.

About thirty minutes had passed and Kourtnee had not come upstairs. I began to wonder what was going on. I crept out of my room and went downstairs. I kept looking in every direction fearing that Kourtnee would sneak up on me. I looked in the kitchen. No Kourtnee. Everything was clean and neat. There were no signs that we had just ruined the kitchen earlier.

I went into Kourtnee's room. I stuck my head into her room. She looked up from the book she was reading. I flashed her a big kool-aid smile. She frowned, "Don't smile at me. I had to change my clothes and my bed because of you." I looked at the spread and the pillowcases. This woman had changed her entire bed ensemble. All she needed to change was the bedspread. I gave her a crazy look and asked, "Why did you change all of your covers when all you needed to do was change the spread?" She stopped reading and put the book down. She put her chin in her hand as if she was pondering some deep philosophical question. She then responded, "BECAUSE!" I looked at her and gave her an oh please look. She asked me, "What does that look mean?" I gave her the same look and said, "I was expecting a better answer than that." She smiled and said, "I know you were."

I shook my head and started walking out of the room. When I reached the door, I turned around and looked at Kourtnee. Her head was buried in her book. As I left the room, I said aloud, "Lord, what have I gotten myself into." I heard Kourtnee laugh.