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Akira | Los Angeles

April 14th, 2018 - first weekend of Beychella

"It's Coachella dayyyyyyyy" Storm quit literally screamed in my ear when I groggily picked up the phone when she called, bringing me out of my sleep. "Why do you gotta yell Storm, right in my fucking ear bro" I rasped out, still having my morning voice. I heard her intake a sharp breath but it was a little muffled as I was too busy yawning.

Unfortunately, my parents wouldn't allow me to live with aunt Kylie. Why? I genuinely didn't know. For a split second, my mom was about to say yeah. Dad was the one that shut it down. He claimed he needed me to be around here, not with my aunt as he can't keep an eye on me and I needed to stay out of the public.

"But why? All you've told me since I was basically born is that I needed to stay out of the public. None of that applies to your younger children, why am I any different?" I asked them, refraining from slipping and cussing at them because they are literally getting me so fed up right now.

My dad grumbled, "Akira, you need to stay inside. The public can't see you. Hell, nobody can see you. You'll be in danger if you do. You're lucky I even allow your ungrateful ass to even leave the house to go to Kylie's anyway" he told me. I took a deep breath and squinted my eyes, "all I ever go is to her house! So why can't I live with her!? She the only one in this big ass, never ending family that actually cares about me!" I yelled.

My mom looked a little upset at my outburst and dad looked unfazed. If I didn't know better, I would think she was going to hit me but she didn't have it in her. I knew she didn't.

"Watch your tone Akira, you biting the hands the feed your rude ass" he hissed. I rolled my eyes and stomped my way upstairs.

So, here I am, still in the house might I add. At first they tried to ban me from even leaving the house all together but aunt Kylie convinced them to allow me to 'come and watch Stormi' while she went to Coachella. Now, I'm not stupid. My outfit that I plan on wearing to Coachella is at Aunties house. I wasn't going to wear it out the house while they were still here.

The plan was to leave like a bum then get pretty with Auntie when she comes to pick me up.

"So, why can't I know what you're wearing again?" Storm asked me as I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face. "I told you already, I want it to be a surprise" I told her as I walked back into my room and shut the door. I heard her groan childishly as I sat my phone on my dresser, "but I wanna see it" she whined like a little child. I chuckled, "and you will, like in a few hours Storm. Calm down" I told her as I threw my box braids into a bun.

In all honesty, the outfit wasn't even all that. It was pretty basic, I just liked to keep her on her toes with waiting. I just couldn't wear the outfit just to go to auntie's house since that would raise suspicion.