The Love of a Daughter

Is Barbie Back?

Onika POV

The sound of loud voices woke me up. It's 9am, what could possibly be going on. Before I went to sleep, I felt Beyonce get into bed with me. I was expecting her to go to the guest room. But that wouldn't have made sense. Hopefully Money went in there. I woke up to an empty bed. So that could only mean one thing, she's the reason.

I did my hygeine and made my way downstairs. Bey and Money were both on the couch with game controllers in their hands. At their gigantic ages. Making all this noise at this time of morning. Can't be.

"I know y'all didn't wake me up because of a game. You know what. Get up and do something with yourselves." I unplugged the game ignoring their screams. Waking me up has to be the worst thing you can do to me. I rather wake up on my own.

They were livid, I couldn't care less. I went back to my room, slamming the door. Honestly I forgot it was even my birthday. Checking my phone, it was full of messages and missed calls. All from friends I hadn't spoke to in forever. Ever since I stopped going into school I lost lots of connections with people. It's peaceful that way.

After hearing footsteps, they both came storming into my room. I know they about to start something neither of them can finish. I'm ready to end they ass.

"Nic I should fold your short ass up for that. You know I can beat you up." Money started. I wouldn't even come for him. Not only is he tall but he's a lil stocky. I could still whoop him though.

"Baby why would you do that? I was whooping him." Bey softly said. She knew she needed to tread lightly. She's nowhere near off the hook. Those tears were for a totally different situation. I'm already pissed because I didn't want to wake up yet. They better get out.

I glared at the both of them and they slowly walked out mumbling. "Close my door!" I yelled. Money turned to close the door while mugging me. Punk.

An incoming facetime from Mommy came in, I immediately answered. With her being in the hospital, I don't need her trying to plan this party. She's need to chill.

As soon as the call came through she started to speak.
"Ok so everything for your party is together. All you have to do is get ready. The dress and makeup people should be there around 3 so be prepared please. Don't leave the house and have those people waiting Onika. We should be home around 3 also. They're allowing us to leave because everything's fine. I can't believe my baby is 17. Omg I love you so much. Happy birthday my pookie." Well no good morning.

"Good morning to you too mommy. Chill though. You shouldn't be trying to plan a party when a human just came out of you. How's he doing?" I smiled. He looks so much like me I love it.

If they don't tell me a name in going to go crazy. We can't keep calling him baby boy or 'the baby'. They're being so ghetto.

"He's fine Pooh. And yes we have a name.... Amory Lee Maraj. Don't start." she rolled her eyes. Luckily she read my mind. But who told them to chose a name with an A? Nobody's name even starts with an A.

"Cute." I dryly reacted. We share the same birthday and have nothing similar. How rude. "Gurl bye. You mad because his name isn't like yours. Nothing goes with your name Onika. Y'all share the same birthday. What more do you want child?"

After talking for about an hour about nothing, we hung up. They're getting everything together to leave in a couple of hours. It can really be longer, I can't believe a hollering baby is about to be here.

"Money!!!!" I screamed. Watching him run into here was the funniest thing ever. I love doing that. "Stop that shit Onika for real."

"Sorry. But I wanted to see if you were ok. You know from last night." I patted the spot next to me.