Wanted By Many

Chapter 1 {Faythe}

Here It The First Chappy.! Hope u All Like It.!

Pic Of Faythe On The Side.!

Don't Kno Why Its All Spread Like tht Cuz it's Not Supposed To B ( Or Is tht Just my comp.?).... Oh Well.

P.S,,, If U Dont Like The 'N' Word.. Don't Read.

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_.:”’'*Faythe*'’”:._                      

   “Faythe, wake up. You don’t wanna be late for school.” I heard the voice of my mom break through my dream. I rolled over in my bed.

   “What time is it?” I asked groggily. My words muffled by my pillow.                                    

   “It’s 6:10.” She said. She sounded like she was trying to put her shirt on. Telling me she still had to iron her pants. She was running late for work.

   “Give me 5 more min—” Then the realization dawned me. I was late.

I flipped over and sat up abruptly. Looking at my mom, who was standing in the doorway of my room. I glanced over at the clock. When I saw nothing I remembered I broke my clock last month when its alarm was going off this one morning.  I sighed and jumped off the bed. I ran my finger over the touch screen of my phone to see what time it really was. I say ‘really’ because my mom used to lie and tell me it was 6 just to get me to wake up sooner. And then when I get done with everything it’s only around 5:50.

   The screen came on flashing my picture of me and my ‘brother’ Ben. My mom wasn’t playing. It was now 6:12. I only had until 6:40 to get ready. I glared at my mom who was just looking at me. I rolled my eyes.

   “Don’t just stand there! Hurry up and iron your pants. I have to iron to!” I yelled at her grabbing my bra and underwear. “And move out my way. I have to get in the bathroom you know.” And with that I practically shoved her out of my doorway and walked into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

   I ran the water of the tub and started my usual routine. I turned the shower on when the water was warm. I stripped my clothes off and got in. I stood there for a minute and let the water run down my body. Waking me up even more than I already was. After a minute I squeezed some Shea butter scented shower gel on my body rag and got to rubbing.

   When I felt more than clean and all the suds were washed off I turned the water off. I wrapped my towel around me and stepped out the shower. I dried off, greased up and then put on my bra and my underwear. I ran the water in the sink and began to apply soap to my face. My mom says that I should do this before I take my shower but, I don’t like to. While the soap sat on my face I brushed my teeth. I used my usual things. But if I told I would give away the secret of how I keep these pearls that line my mouth as white and shiny as I do. And I would also probably get my mom in trouble for letting me use what I use.

   After brushing my teeth I washed the soap off my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. My thick dark hair was, for the moment, a hot mess. My deep brown eyes had the usual light rim of red around them. Half way satisfied with myself, I gathered up my things and walked out the bathroom.

   “I'm gone.” I heard my mom call.

   I looked out to see my mom standing with the door wide open. She was wearing her white pants with her light blue shirt. And she finished it off with a white button up jacket and her white shoes.