୧ ׅ꒷ ۫ rich hearts ⋄ 𓍯

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ ( CHAPTER 1 ) ✹ ִֶָ ࣪ ˖

     The loud bangs of the kitchen appliances, the groans, and the creaks.

" Get your asses up! We all got breakfast and work!"

      I groaned, wiping the sweat off my forehead as my younger brother hopped off his bed, the floorboards creaking beneath his steps. My other brother hopped down from the bunk bed before slipping and falling roughly. I let out a small chuckle of laughter before stretching my legs and getting up myself. " Careful yer' y'know how bad that ladder is." I note as I grabbed a shirt from the smelly pile of clothing by the corner.

      I pulled up a crimped pair of jeans and put them over my boxers with a leather black belt to finish it off. Grabbing a jacket, throwing it over my shoulder; I headed downstairs as my younger brother followed behind. Going down the long steep wooden staircase. Nearly this whole house was made out of wood or bricks. Just like the old original houses way back. I entered the living room to see all my siblings crowding over each other or just shouting at each other. We lived in a small house so we were always over each other.

      The eldest, my sister was making breakfast with the youngest as my twin was on his computer, working. As my sister placed a platter of bacon, eggs, beans, and fluffy pancakes, I quickly took the platter and stabbed a fork through the eggs, taking a huge bite. Syrup spilled down my lip as I licked my lips. My sister bapped my head, crumbs of bacon falling out of my mouth. I laughed as I sat down by the dining table. The window was open, the loud sounds of cars, dogs, shouting, sirens, everyday.

     The poor side of Detroit. Me and my siblings grew up originally in Pennsylvania before our parents abandoned us on the street. Forcing us to turn to stealing and trespassing before getting caught and running away. Trains and buses were our best way of running away and traveling. Finally, we got to Michigan where we were safe officially. School was hard to attend due to no parents, not even foster parents. So we had to attend a poor school where they didn't give two shits about your grades, attendance, behavior, and whatnot. As well as living on the poor side as with only being young and no guardians, you had to be desperate for anything.

     You get used to that life after all that. I was still grateful; always. We had more money now of course with all of us working but we weren't ready yet. I didn't know when.

" Thanks sis'." My twin said as he sat beside me. The small wooden table creaked slightly.

     My twin, Ede. We looked nearly exactly alike as expected and as well as very familiar personalities. He wasn't as annoying as my other siblings- I mean he pretty much is a copy of myself. My sister fluffed his afro before walking off and back to the kitchen. The eldest, Chike. She always took care of us; she is the oldest. Even with being the only girl out of all of us, she never hated our chaotic and idiotic self's. And to repay her we all work our hardest everyday- just like how she worked her hardest when we were so young.

     Our youngest brother, Cho. The youngest and oddest one. He wasn't related to any one of us. Not even close. But we still loved him. He was Korean while all of us were Black. We had 'adopted' him off the street when he was hiding in a garbage can. He was the sweetest to say the most. Quiet as well as the smartest out of all of us. Probably my favorite sibling.

     And the second youngest, Jabari. The worst. But we still loved him; somehow. He is, and the only, troublemaker out of all of us. One reason why we had to stay around here. If we lived anywhere nicer than this, it would seem just as bad.

     He would steal, trespass, vandalize, and much worse. Today he was actually here. He was sleeping on the couch with a beer in hand and half of his body falling off. A hangover. How annoying and immature. Making us blacks seem ghetto.