Writing from Life- Creative Writing

Writing from Life- Creative Writing
Life was always hard for LaTavia Mckenzie. Growing up in a Jamaican
culture and arriving into another would be a big step for anyone.
However, it would be bigger for someone who lost their mum and arrived
at London to be welcomed by their father, but instead found that they
would only have their father to herself for two weeks before he was
married to another woman, Stephanie.
Eyes fell upon LaTavia as she entered the room. An unnatural silence echoed around. LaTavia felt a million eyes land on her. She gazed at the floor, not sure whether to look at her father or her new family. Her father had bellowed at her the minute she had arrived. Well it wasnÂ?t technically her at whom he was shouting at. He was being more generalised. I mean whoÂ?s fault was it that her mum had suffered, whoÂ?s fault was it that her mum was left to survive alone with LaTavia and Jermaine, whoÂ?s fault was it that her mum endured terminal illness, whoÂ?s fault was it that her mum had to pay her dadÂ?s debts whilst he was enjoying himself. WhoÂ?s? WhoÂ?s? WhoÂ?s? LaTavia wondered about her brother, Jermaine. He had come with her up to the airport but no matter how much she tried to persuade him, he would never accept their father. And whoÂ?s fault was that? LaTavia speculated whether she should follow her younger brotherÂ?s footsteps and leave. But her heart would not let her, although her father had shouted at their mother, he had welcomed and comforted her. He was just anxious that it was so close to the wedding date. He had also been disappointed that Jermaine didnÂ?t come but LaTavia knew better. Her brother had a short temper but he also had sense. She had given him the address and knew he would be here by dinner time. LaTaviaÂ?s father made the introductions. LaTavia looked up expecting to find the devilÂ?s eye upon her instead found smiling bright faces. She thought maybe this wasnÂ?t going too bad at all and got a jump of hope. Â?à??à??à??à??Â? (vanakam), came voices from the lounge. LaTavia replied in the most angelic way back, with the same use of Tamil welcoming word, Â?à??à??à??à??Â?. This seemed to surprise most of them due to the fact that this Jamaican girl who was bought up in New York and lived in the ghetto, knew Tamil. Although there was a moment of surprise, it was followed by warmth and welcome. At this point LaTavia yearned for her brother to be here and share this moment. The doorbell rang impatiently. LaTavia got worried, as she knew from one look of her fatherÂ?s bewildered face, that it wasnÂ?t anyone he was expecting. Everyone he had been expecting had arrived earlier and the family had left about four or five hours ago. That left either some thief coming to break and rob their house, which co-incidentally always happened in New York, or her brother. She volunteered to open the door and ran downstairs. As she slowly opened the great mahogany door, her heart lifted when she saw the young boy with hazel eyes standing in front of her. LaTavia embraced her brother lovingly whilst her father came down the stairs at a snailÂ?s pace, marvelled with delight to see his son. He also came to embrace his son but Jermaine just shrugged him off and carried himself up the stairs. LaTavia looked from father to son worried that this may ruin their relationship with their father, little did she know what her step mum had planned for the little family re-union. LaTavia woke up to another morning to the sound of car engines. Born and bought up in New York she was used to the metro transportation system. She stirred and saw her brother laying wake staring at the pale blue ceiling. Â?JermaineÂ?Â? she paused. Jermaine had heard the soft plea in his sisterÂ?s voice. He turned top face her. If there was anyone he loved or respected more than his mother, it was his elder sister, who was constantly on the lookout for him. Â?Jermaine, itÂ?s been two weeks and tha weddingÂ?s today. You do know tha donÂ?t you?Â? Â?How could I forgot tha day tha ma mumÂ?s going to be sent to heaven in peace.Â?. She had noticed the sarcasm in her brotherÂ?s voice and flinched. Â?Look LaTavia, IÂ?m sorry but I donÂ?t know if I can go through with this. You do know tha Stephanie has a got a son and a daughterÂ? he paused and continued after she nodded her head sympathetically, Â?well then do you honestly think tha weÂ?re going to be accepted?Â?. It was rhetorical question and LaTavia knew that her brotherÂ?s mind was made up. Â?O well ok. If youÂ?re not coming, fine! but I have to go. ItÂ?s disrespectful and we havenÂ?t met her to judge herÂ?. Jermaine just looked exasperated. LaTavia just smiled back with her usual cheerful smile. However, today it did not look as cheerful it was more a forged smile than joyful. LaTavia entered the hall alone. She had decided to make the best of effort and was wearing a peacock-blue lengha. Her father had given her fine gold jewellery, which he said belonged to his sister, her aunt. When LaTavia took her first steps into the hall, she could smell the rich spices. She found her aunt and thanked her for the fine jewellery. Her aunt just laughed, Â?ItÂ?s no problem my dear. IÂ?m here to help you no?Â? She had a strong Indian accent, being Indian Tamil LaTavia found out this was natural as all the other woman had a congruent accent. It was just her with the Jamaican-Spanish accent. After all the prayers, LaTaviaÂ?s father called her up to introduce her to his new wife. LaTavia was proud of herself, she had copied her aunt and done the right actions during the wedding. Â?LaTavia kutti, are you enjoying the wedding so far?Â? LaTavia nodded vigorously, her father had called her Â?kuttiÂ?. Being called Â?kuttiÂ? by her father was a step forward. Â?Careful girl, your heads going to come rolling off at one pint if you donÂ?t stopÂ?. LaTavia noticed her step mumÂ?s hidden laugh in her voice. That sentence was enough for LaTavia to understand that she wasnÂ?t accepted by her. She smiled weakly back, Â?IÂ?m sorry. Hello. IÂ?m LaTavia. Ma brother just got to know some new people so he thought it would be better to see you laterÂ? Â?IÂ?m sure Stephanie wonÂ?t mind-Â? Â?Oh I seeÂ?, her step mum cut her fatherÂ?s words, Â?YouÂ?ve come from Jamaica and youÂ?ve lied to my husband that your mumÂ?s plonked her head. Well now! And youÂ?ve got a Jamaican-Spanish accent. Ha! Well trust me missy, you are going to find it hard to be accepted here. Come on Nantha, everyoneÂ?s finished weÂ?ve got to take pictures nowÂ? LaTavia looked desperately at her father to be shocked that she had lost her father. LaTaviaÂ?s aunt then ushered her next to her new Â?brotherÂ? and Â?sisterÂ?. Â?Now that youÂ?ve met your mum darling, why donÂ?t you meet your new step sister, Lakshmi, and step brother, Jana no? here you kids introduce yourselves.Â? LaTavia around to see who else her aunt was talking to, to see a chubby squashed girl, who looked about nine but was fourteen, as she later came to find out. The boy had a nice light brown complexion and looked about sixteen. He smiled at her. Â?Hey. You must be LaTavia. You cool?Â? LaTavia felt that distance fire returning to her. Her step-brother was being friendly, maybe she would be accepted after all. Â?Ye IÂ?m alright thanks. You?Â? Â?Yeah IÂ?m cool. Look,Â? he suddenly looked uncomfortable and LaTavia dreaded what he said next, Â?My mum was really out of the question there. SheÂ?s a bit like that. You know protective and all. Scared that our father might leave me and Lakshmi. DonÂ?t keep it in mind yeah?Â? LaTavia hearing that found it acceptable, that any woman would not want her children abandoned. She turned to face Lakshmi and stated introducing herself before she was cut short. Â?Look yeah à??à¯?à¯? Â?, LaTavia noticed the sour look and the stress on how the little girl hated to call her as her big sister, Â?just because Jana likes you and can treat you as his younger sister. You and your brother cannot come near me. You and your brother are money thieving scumbagsÂ? At the mention of her brother being described as foul low life human, LaTavia flinched. She looked down praying silently, when she had a loud thud. She turned to see Jana and Jermaine, both full of rage and hands coming away from LakshmiÂ?s cheek. At least, LaTavia had her two brothers there fore her. No one is perfect! This reminded LaTavia of a quote their mum used to always say, "If you walked by a street and you was walking a concrete and you saw a rose growing from concrete, even if it had messed up petals and it was a little to the side you would marvel at just seeing a rose grow through concrete. So why is it that when you see some ghetto kid grow out of the dirtiest circumstance and he can talk and he can sit across the room and make you cry, make you laugh, all you can talk about is my dirty rose, my dirty stems and how am leaning crooked to the side, u can?t even see that I?ve come up from out of that" My mum was true. I would never be fully accepted but beggars canÂ?t be choosers.

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