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It was Monday, Harper and I were getting ready for school. The girls weekend was over, and I was trying get focus back on school. Harper and Jennifer really were there for me this weekend, and are helping me find a way to keep pushing forward. Even thou I still feel a part of me is missing. I think my baby is watching over me, and is being my guardian angel.
I did not have to be to school for another hour and half. So I had to time to kill, and I know when Harper gets done getting ready, we would be out. I decided to watch the morning news, and review some class notes. My parents left for a honeymoon vacation for two weeks. There was a knock at the door, and I went to answer it. I saw a chick through the peep hole.
"Hey is Sean here?" she asked when I open the door fully.
"Yeah, and you are?" I questioned observing her closely.
"I'm... "
"Hey bae come in." I heard my brother voice, and I moved aside so she can enter.
"Let me introduce y'all, this is my baby sis Mo. Mo this is my girl Tia." Sean stated after they kissed.
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"Nice to meet you." she greeted me with a smile, and extending her hand.
"Same here." I replied shaking her hand.
"Well I got finish getting ready Bae make yourself at home." Sean expressed.
"Wait a minute Nigga be clear dis my daddy's house." I said in my best T.I. in the the movie ATL making Tia laugh.
"Shut up." he demanded then disappearing to the basement.
Tia and I was in the living she was in her phone. Harper entered the room.
"Morning." Tia greeted her.
"Morning." Harper replied sitting next to me.
"This is Tia Sean's girl, Tia this my best friend in world Harper." I stated.
"I love your shoes and necklaces." I complimented observing Tia's outfit.
She was wearing Sky Acid Joni jeans, a black corset looking top, and open toe black stilettos.
