My Infamous Life [On Hold]

Chapter Nine.

"Hi!" I shot up in the bed, ready to punch someone, "I'm Kylee, are you my big sister?" I cocked my head to the side. She looks about six years old.

"Leave her alone, Kylee." A boy said.

"No! I want to know!" She started jumping on my bed.

"Get off of my bed." I muttered, pushing her off. She landed on her feet.

"Want to play Barbie?"

"I don't do dolls. Go away."

"Please?" She whined.

"Out of my room!" I yelled in annoyance.

Tae wasn't even this annoying! I miss him. I was hoping that once I woke, I'd be back at home. I guess it doesn't work like that. I searched around for my phone and called my dad.

"Hey, how's it going?" He answered.

"I called to say I hate you. I have a freaking six year old sister who jumps on my bed and wants me to play with her Barbies. There's a set time to eat, shower, and sleep. And everyone knows Frankie and Caleb!"

"Good, so that means you'll make friends easily." He chuckled.

"Can I talk to Tae?"

As I waited for him to put Tae on the phone, I got up and decided to walk around the house.

"I miss you!" Tae said.

I cheesed hard, "I miss you, too! All of y'all there?"

"Yeah, Andre said hi by the way."

"Tell him I said hi."

I looked in the refrigerator and found an apple. They are in desperate need of some junk food.

"Mom misses you too." He continued, "We all do."

"Not all of y'all." I was referring to our dad.

"Yes, all of us. Dad says you get to come back during summer."

"What about Thanksgiving and Christmas?"

"He wants you to stay there."

I looked around for the remote, "Ugh, Frankie!"

"Who's Frankie?"

"My mother."

"Tell her I said hey."

"Sure, I'll tell everybody. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." I sat my phone o the counter and walked back up to Frankie's room, "Aye, Frankie."

"Girl, who are you talking to?"

"Obviously, you."

"Not like that. 'Frankie' is not how you address me."

"Then I won't address you at all. Where's the remote for downstairs?"

"It's in the drawer that the TV sits on." Caleb answered.

"Thanks." I walked back downstairs and found it. Kylee and the boy that were in my room earlier, came and sat next to me, "Just when I was about to get comfortable, y'all come down."

"How old are you?" The boy asked.

"Fourteen."

"I'm thirteen."

"And I'm six!" Kylee cheered.

"We get it." The boy pushed her to the side, "My name is Ricky. Our other brother, Emani, is ten. Brandi, she's eight. Kylee's the youngest."