{Isis's name is pretty long so if you see a random name shes being referred to just read this}
//Isis Ebony Taylor Brown//
"Isis hurry up! We don't have all day." my mom yells at me from outside. Today was moving day for us. My mother had finally saved up enough money for us to move out of this shithole. We lived in a small shed with no air-conditioning, one bed, a small table that wasn't even a table but a nightstand, and a radio. I say if it weren't for my mom's great looks, she wouldn't even have this job.
Ebony Lee.
Or Nevaeh Ebony Brown, if you will.
She was a beautiful 37-year-old woman. She had smooth peanut butter colored skin. Her face was littered with freckles which was outlined by her long, beautiful hair. She had nice light brown eyes with long fluttering eyelashes and the body shape of an hourglass. The only thing that made her so ugly was her attitude and small addiction.
She used to be a model, but the stress had become too much only a year before I came into the world. My mother used to be clean and stayed away from drugs, but after my father left it was a different story. She never did any heavy drugs. You may be wondering, 'if she was once a model, then where is her money?' One year into their marriage, my father had gotten my mother sent to rehab, which left him with her money. So of course being the toxic person he is, he and his side piece took it upon themselves to completely leave her and take money. By the time she got out of rehab, she had gone bankrupt and her divorce papers were waiting on her doorstep. But anyway, back to the occurring situation.
My mother currently works for A Pimp Named Slickback.
She got the job about four weeks ago and ever since then I kinda been vibing out with him. He's a pretty cool dude once you get to know him. I like his way of seeing things.
My mom's check hit yesterday so A Pimp Named Slickback suggested that we moved to be closer to his mansion or whatever you'd like to call it.
So now we are moving to the infamous Woodcrest.
The house had already been paid for so that was good. But it was taken from my mom's paycheck. A Pimp Named Slickback said, and I quote "What do I, A Pimp Named Slickback, look like buying a bitch a house?"
"Girl bring yo ass on here," she walks inside only to reveal me sitting down eating some gummies.
"You don't have to tell me twice," I say getting up and stretching.
"You be the main one saying it's hot but you always dressed like that," she pointed out making me look down at my baggy jeans and jacket then shrug.
At least I'm wearing a crop top.
As I walk to the car, I could hear my mother speaking on the phone. But lucky for me, my mom was busy getting our boxes full of clothes, so she had to put the phone on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Bitch, where are you?!"
"I'm putting my boxes in my car sir."
"I wish you would stop it with that 'sir' bullshit."
"Yes daddy."
"Hurry up and get here, I have a job for you, oh and make sure to bring that child of yours. I got a surprise for her."
If I'm being honest, I was really excited because Lord knows what he may have gotten me.
"Hey mom, who was that on the phone?" I ask trying to be all innocent.
