The Rebel Royalties

Chapter 7

Carla's POV

The alarm from my phone wouldn't shut up and I didn't want to open my eyes to find it. I felt around on my nightstand for my phone when I hit something and heard two things hit the floor. I groaned and looked at the floor, seeing my phone face down, still going off, and my night-light.

I grabbed my phone first, turning off the alarm before reaching down and grabbing my night-light. I turned it off before putting it back on my nightstand, I rolled onto my back and groaned.

There was a knock on my door, "Baby," I heard Mom call, I sighed.

"Yeah, Mama," I asked, I did it just to annoy her. She hated it when I called her Mama.

"Really? That's how you want to start today," she asked, while I closed my eyes and nodded.

"Can't I skip today," I asked, as I heard her lean on my door.

"You got someone to get your homework," she asked, I pulled my blanket back up to my shoulders as I sighed.

"Derek would," I answered, rolling onto my side and curling up.

"Can I come in," she asked, I huffed and shrugged to myself.

"I don't care," I barely said, but knew she still heard me.

My bedroom door opened and I felt my bed shift, someone touched my arm and I didn't move. "Baby, you know you need to go to school," she said, I shook my head and forced a fake cough.

"I'm sick," I answered, burying my face in a pillow.

She sighed, "Baby, I'm sorry, but you need to get up," she said, I looked at her, sighing.

"I get to fight her today, right," I asked, Mom nodded and kissed my head.

"Yes," she told me, I sighed.

"Okay," I mumbled, pushing myself up so that I was sitting up.

"Should I ask what you dropped," she asked, raising an eyebrow at me, I shrugged.

"My phone and light," I answered, pushing my hair behind my shoulders. "I need to get in the shower," I muttered, starting to get up and Mom nodded.

"After that, I have a surprise for you," she told me, I groaned as I went to my closet, finding clothes.

"I don't like surprises, Mom," I said, grabbing a tank top and jeans, she sighed.

"Trust me, okay," she asked, getting up and leaving my room.

I sighed, "Okay," I whispered, as I headed to the bathroom.

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I walked downstairs with my hair braided over my shoulder and grabbed my leather jacket from the back of the recliner. I slipped it on as Mom and Cynthia came out of the kitchen, I went over to my bag on the floor beside the coffee table. I unzipped it and grabbed my laptop from the table, "Carls," Cynthia said, stopping me from putting my laptop in my bag, "stop for a second, please."

I set my laptop down and stood up, "What's up," I asked, tapping my thighs and I finally noticed the box in Mom's hands.

"We got a present for you," she said, holding it out to me, I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"I don't need anything," I said, Cynthia rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Just open it," she said, and I sighed as I reached out and took the lid off the box to find a pair of boots that would go halfway up my calves.

I swallowed, "Thanks," I said, they both let out a breath as I pulled the boots out of the box and sat down. I slipped them on and zipped them up, before going back to putting my laptop in my bag.