My Ride Or Die

Chapter 5

Brice POV
Waking up in the morning I smile widely. In exactly a month My dad will be done as president and in 6 months Ill be 18 and free to do as I please. Free to be a normal human being....but...I dont even know what normal is.

I do my business in the bathroom and then walk over to my closet. When I open it Im surprised to see all my gowns gone and replaced with modern day clothing. Realization hits me and I smile yet again as I pick out leggings, a white fitted shirt, and white converses as Khalil calls them.

I go over to my mirror and brush out my nice new blondish brown hair and put it in a messy bun before grabbing a light coat and walking out of my room. I breathe in and walk down the hall as all the workers give me shocked and confused glances.

"Morning Nicki!" I smile

"Morning Ms.Brice...um..what happened to your clothes?" She asks

"Im wearing them?" I state like its obvious.

"Yes but I mean...oh never mind."

"Where are mother and father?"

"In the oval office."

I thank her and walk down the hall before turning a corner and taking a deep breath before walking in.

"Morning mom, dad."

I smile sheepishly as I take a seat on the couch with Mom and dad looking at me in shock just as the others did.

"What are you wearing?!" Dad asks

"Clothes dad. Its what everyones wearing now a days. You see when we leave the white house we will have to fit in-"

"Oh please dont give me that nonsense!" Dad snaps

"W-what?" I ask confused and a bit hurt.

"If its attention from boys you want dear...this isn't the way to go, I mean Look at your hair. You've ruined it." Mom says in disgust and a tear falls.

"But..this is no-"

"What! Normal...trust me we have heard it before."

Dad motions over to the side where Anisa is in jeans and an England shirt.

"Hey I tried." Anisa shrugs.

"But this is who I am!"

"No its who you want to be!" Mom snaps.

"Please just go! As for the election...I assure you that I will win office again. This will continue to be my job." Dad says sternly and I quickly get up and run out with tears going down my face.

I round a corner and feel someone grab me by the wrists.

"LET ME GO LET ME-"

"BRICE ITS ME!"

I open my eyes and look at a worried Khalil.

"Are you ok?" He asks searching my eyes and I cry harder as he pulls me into his chest.
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"They're just never going to understand who I-"

"Stop that." Khalil snaps

"I beg your pardon?"

"That..that right there. Stop being so formal. You say you wanna learn to be normal. Start talking with a bit of slang." He says

" What like Yo Yo Yo im kickin it with my good ole boy Khalil breezy....um im from the hood yo."

Khalil looks at me shaking his head, "Please dont ever do that again and not every sentence has to have yo. Just let the words flow and lets try this again."