TENDER

01

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"NINI! YO ASS BETTER BE UP OR IM-"

My eyes flew open and I stumbled around the room throwing on clothes as I heard footsteps rapidly coming towards my door.

"ABOUT...to beat your ass." My mom bit the inside of her cheek staring intently at me as I sat on the bed with messily thrown-on clothes and a heaving chest.

"Mm, you ont look ready, I'll give you sum more time... you need that shit." She mumbles the last part quietly to herself whilst closing the door.

"Muthafucka..." I say under my breath. She made me do all that for no reason. I sigh and throw my body back, splaying myself across the bed.

Before I begin to properly dress I check my phone.

miss nissi poo
BITCHHH i got sum shit to tell you...

me
girl its the ass crack of down, whatchu gotta tell me?

miss nissi poo
ill tell you at school 😉😉

Denise or nissi as I like to call her. We had just become friends during the end of our junior year together. She was not only a really sweet person but she was very giving and we had almost everything in common.

We hung out together almost every day and went through a lot, we became so close that people even started asking if we were twins.

Denise was a dark-skinned, 5'1 girl with orange hair and a nose piercing. I was a caramel-colored, 5'3 girl with black hair fading into green and a septum.

were they blind?

I read the message humming to myself. I was now 17 about to be 18 and it was not only mine but Denise's last year of high school. We wanted to make sure our senior year was calm and collective before we were done with school.

fina-fucking-ly.

I iron out my favorite t-shirt which was black with ice cube and blue colorings in the background, I find some black leggings and instead of some special cute shoes, I decided to be lazy and put on my white crocs.

I add some earrings, and a ring my mom gave me and do my makeup to tie the whole fit together, now I was ready. Putting on my purse and grabbing my phone I walk out the door.

Just as I come out and go into the bathroom the door opens. "You can't knock?" I say to my older brother Marion.

Marion was not only 5'11 but he was light-skinned with hazel eyes, a huge contrast to my warm-colored skin. He took after our dad's side of the family whereas I took after my mom.

"Dude my bad, you seen my charger? a nigga been lookin for it and tink said you had it so wassup?" Marion says mugging me.

I scrunch my face. I know damn well he's not finna believe a fucking twelve-year-old over me.

"Don't try and say I had it, I saw you give that shit to Annalise yesterday." He presses his lips together as he looks around, embarrassment all over his face.

"Shi you right, my bad ni."

"Yea ma bad ni." I mock with a roll of my eyes.