𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞.

Ricky jumped up from his bed, covering his body from getting hit with a belt.

His mother would hit him with a belt if he didn't wake up for school.

Today it's if she had more anger built up.

Her new boo didn't show and even if he did the kids didn't leave, she didn't want him to know she had kids.

"You should've been up!" Camirra yelled.

Camirra was irritated with her kids.

With that she walked out of the room, and decided to text her new boo for the sixth time today.

"I hate it here." Ricky sighed.

"Me too." Jordan said, agreeing with Ricky.

They all showered and got dressed for school.

Even thought camirra ain't like her kids she never look or smell dirty.

"Brush yo hair." Camirra said, throwing a hard brush at Jordan's head.

Luckily it didn't hit his face.

Jordan picked up the brush and used it on his waved.

When he completed, he then handed the brush over to Ricky.

Ricky brushed the sides of his tapper, his hair was softer and curlier than Jordan's.

Ricky was mixed with Puerto Rican, and Jordan Haitian.

Nobody knew who Jason dad was, and he wanted to know badly.

Jason had braids to the back, due to the fact that his mom didn't want to deal with his head full of hair.

While Ricky was brushing his hair, Jason was putting on his shoes.

Camirra walked back into the room to see the progress the boys had made.

"Jason, those shoes dirty as hell, put some other ones on." She scrunched her face up.

Jason looked down at his shoes, before taking them off.

He went into the bathroom and pour bleach all over them, then wiped them with a wet rag.

He cleaned up his mess, went back into the room he shared with lm put his shoes back on.

"Y'all ready for y'all first day at school?" Camirra asked them.

They all said yes.

"Okay, let's go."

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Ricky was excited for his first day of school. He loved being away from his mother.