𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

BORED

"Get up porch monkeys! Time for school." I heard my Uncle Malik say before I felt pillows on me.

"Bro chill out." Ken mumbled.

"I ain't yo damn bro. Get up." Uncle Malik threw another pillow at him.

I got up stretching and went inside the bathroom doing my hygiene.

"another day, another reason to kill yourself."

"Please shut the fuck up." I mumbled.

"hey maybe she can not mess up this time." one laughed.

"she's so pathetic she can't even kill herself correctly."

I heard Ken blasting X and they started to calm down.

"I know they were bothering you, so I turned on some X." He came in.

"Thank you." I smiled weakily.

After I got done washing my face, I reached in the medicine cabinet to grab my medicine.

I made sure to have some over here and JJ's house just in case I spend the night.

"Why you take your onesie off?" I asked seeing he had some basketball shorts on and no shirt.

"I was hot nigga."

"Whatever. Get out so I can change my tampon." I pushed him out.

"Ewwuhhhh! That's why yo coochie throwing up blood gang." He yelled out since I closed the door.

"Yo eye socket finna be throwing it in a second if you don't shut up." I shot back.

After I got done with my lady curse business, I went back in the room to get some clothes.

I went through them and almost had a panic attack.

"What the fuck happened to my clothes?!" I asked frantically looking at nothing but revealing clothes.

"What you mea- ohhhh. MA!" Ken yelled being loud.

"Shut up." I mushed his head.

"Yea?" She came in with a flat iron in her hand.

"What's up with these clothes?" I asked holding up a crop top.

"Those were the new clothes I bought." She smiled brightly.

"I hate these type of clothes. You should know this."

"Well I didn't have to buy them." She put her hand on her hip.

"Oh how happy I would've been if you didn't." I sarcastically smiled.

Not to be that one bratty bitch, but I hate showing any type of skin. Nothing that hugs my body either. Being that one, I have scars from my cuts on my arms and legs. Two, i'm hella insecure about my body.

"Fine. I bought some baggy cargos and graphic tees, they're in the bins. You pick." She walked out.

"Thanks!" I yelled after her.

I grabbed some clothes and went back in the bathroom to change.

After I was done, I admired myself in the mirror while putting my jacket on to of course hide my scars.

If i'm not wearing sweats, i'm usually wearing baggy street wear. It's my type of style i'm comfortable with.

"Cuzzie you done?" Ken banged on the door.

I opened it and flicked his head.

"We gotta stop by my house so I can get my bag." I told him fixing my hair.