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Waking up to the sounds of the birds chirping outside my window I groaned turning my body around. Feeling the bright ass sun kiss my face I slowly opened my eyes blinking several times adjusting to the light that was shining in my room. Yawning I looked over and saw India was sleeping on the other side. Getting up I walked to my bathroom doing my morning routine. Pulling my hair into a messy bun I walked out the bathroom when Chanel was now sleeping in the middle of the bed. Shaking my head I opened my room door making my way down stairs.
"Again? That's baby number - What! Damon ain't the daddy? What Troy has to say about this?" My mother says into the house phone while glancing up from her Mac Book as I walked into the kitchen. "I know she better not call me asking for money cause it's a no. She need to close them legs and get a damn job." I heard my Aunt's seven voice.
"You so messy." I whispered as she waved me off. "I made breakfast and cut up fresh fruits." She said as she pulled the phone from her ear covering the mouth piece. Nodding my head sure enough she had made grits, Cajun style shrimps some waffles, bacon and cut up fresh strawberries and melon. Licking my lips I grabbed a plate. I loved when we had guess. My momma cooking was the best and besides Sunday's when ever we had guess she cooked.
"Put some coffee in here for me." She said covering the speaker again while passing me her cup. "No." I said as she stared at me. "Dior put some coffee in my damn cup." She said causing me to laugh as I grabbed her cup. "Yea I'm still here, Dior getting on my damn nerves." She said as I handed her the cup as she grilled me as I smirked.
"They good- Yea his birthday coming up nigga swear I'm giving him another baby. Got me fucked yo we too old." My mother continue chatting as I made a plate of food for me and India. "Do me a favor and make a plate for your dad?" She mouthed looking at me.
"No, that's your job." I told her and she looked with that look all black moms give their kids when they about to fuck they kid up. "Kidding Jesus." I said as she eyed me. "Don't play with me, I ain't one of your little friends." She said as I ignored her and quickly made the plate putting it in the microwave.
Putting India and my plate on a tray I grabbed two waters bottles and made my way back upstairs. Placing the trey on my dresser I opened my window curtain wider. "My head." India mumbled as I walked towards the bed.
"Here take this," I told her passing her a pill and the bottle of water. "My mom made shrimp and grits." I said and her eyes got big. "I love your mom cooking!" She said and I nodded my head.
Looking at the time I noticed it was 8'0clock. We had an hour to get dress and be at school. Because we're seniors we didn't have to be to school till 9.
"You can go shower and pick something from my closet."
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Got a milli' bitches on go, All these silly bitches, I'ma kill these bitches" I rapped out loud turning my head.
"Yo D, who the fuck want smoke?" India rapped switching up the original song lyrics from Nicki Minaj Welcome to the party verse.
