Sometimes You Have To Run
Into The Storm To Pass It
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Kian Saylore Jones / Peanut
7:15 A.M
Miami, Florida
"PEANUT!" Ms Rose called me from downstairs.
"YES MA'AM?" I called back.
"COME HEA!" She replied.
I smacked my teeth before putting on a pair of ball outs before going downstairs.
Ms. Rose aka Momma Rose was a neighbor of my father.
Unfortunately he was killed in a drive by and she took me in.
I was only 3 at the time so ever since then she's been known as Ms. Rose or Momma Rose.
I was met by Ms. Rose and another girl who looked my age if not a little younger.
"This better be important.. messing up my good sleep" I mumbled as I approached the two.
"Kian I'd like you to meet my new daughter Solana" She introduced us.
"New daughter- what?"
How is she just going to randomly adopt somebody??
I'm 19, am I not enough for her? 🙄
Solana stared at me amused.
"Yes new daughter. She was the only 18 year old at the adoption center who hadn't been adopted"
There's probably a reason too 🙎🏽♀️.
"Hi Kian" She said smoothly.
Damn, her voice kinda sexy-
"-Kian she spoke to you" Ms. Rose said knocking me out of my thoughts.
"Oh.. wassup Solana?" I replied.
"The sky" She replied with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.
"Well it was nice meeting you, I'm going back to sleep" I turned to walk away but I was stopped by Ms. Rose.
"Aht Aht, help her with her bags"
I sighed and turned back to see she had at least 25 bags.
"But-" I frowned.
