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  "up.... wake up....... DAKOTA WAKE UP!" A feminine voice yelled out in the silence.

  The young girl that lay in her bed peacefully, groaned as she was forced awake. The feeling of her body being bounced up and down from the excessive jumping made her furrow her brows. But it wasn't until her curtains were forced open and the bright light of the sun shined in her face that she truly felt annoyed.

  "What the fuck?! I'm up dammit!" Dakota sat up as she pushed the older girl, Olive, off her bed. The dark skin girl falling straight on her ass from the sudden force.

  "Girl who the hell you cussing at?" An older female voice asked. Her tone full of annoyance. Daring her to double down on whatever it was she had said.

  Dakota whipped her head towards the sound. It just so happened to come from her blinds.

  "Sorry Momma...." She mumbled a sheepish apology to the older woman that had her arms crossed. Giving her a look only the black mother could execute.

  "Mhmm, get up already. Breakfast is ready and I don't want to miss this flight." Shanola, our wonderful mother, rolled her eyes as she kissed her youngest daughter's forehead. Soon walking out the door.

  "Momma?! You not gonna get on her for almost killing me?!" Olive looked at her mother with a look of bewilderment. Her arms in the air from shock.

  "What do you expect jumping on her like that? If you feel so strongly about it then hit her back." The older woman shrugged her shoulders before walking out the room.

"Momma?!" The girls yelled behind her. They were shocked she was promoting violence between the two. But at the same time they knew they were as good as dead if they were to start fighting.

A moment of silence surround the two.

"Can I borrow your—get out—okay." Olive jumped up from the barren floor. It once had a fluffy white rug decorating it. Ironically enough, it was shaped like a cloud. The item was now packaged somewhere and being shipped off to their next location.

Olive was quick in her plan. Grabbing the glass bottle of Creed Wind Flowers Eau De Parfum that sat upon Dakotas suitcase. She bolted out the room before the younger girl could yell at her.

Dakota just stared blankly at her door. A long sigh escaping her lips as she flopped back down on her barren bed. Her pillows and blankets long gone as last night was the last night in this room.

"I hate broke bitches." The girl mumbled to herself.

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"There's my precious girl!" A deep voice said cheerily as Dakota entered the dinning room. She was dressed in red tracksuit with a cropped jacket. Underneath was a black Fenty sports bra. The jacket showed off her belly button piercing that matched her older sisters.