Bad Bitches

Chapter 22

Kyarra

I hop out the shower and put on my clothes. I go out the room and sit on my bed to figure out what I want to do to finish my day and make it better. Since the house quiet the boys must have left cause we barely ever have silence. Tonio knows I'm mad so he's doing a good job keeping his distance. I hear a knock on my door but ignore it. Then it gets louder. BOOM BOOM BOOM.!

"KYARRA, I KNOW YA HEAR ME. OPEN UP.!" I hesitantly get up and walk over to the door to open it. "Niggah whats up with you. Acting like you depressed and shit." Katrina says walking in with a confused look and her hand on her hip.

"None, I'm just mad as hell that Tonio and the other 2 dumb asses just enjoying themselves like there is nothing going on."

"So you expect them to just drag around and be depressed like you? That's not cute Kyarra. That look crazy as hell. But I tell you what we can do to get out the house to." She says this with a goofy smile which makes me curious.

"What you talking about Katrina?"

"The Bottles and Bitches Club which is about 15 miles away from here." At this point I'm lookin at her like she done grew a second head.

"Katrina that's just dumb." I say walking back to my bed.

"I'm like so serious. I mean we can have somebody to make us the fake Id's." She says with a serious face.

"Katrina who could you possibly know down here that makes fake id's. In less than 3 days ?"

"It's not that hard to find out Kyarra. You must forgot they invented an app called FACEBOOK. And as I was reading somebody comments on their post I saw them mention a person that stays on Brent Avenue who happens to make them for $30 each. All we have to do is pay them. We're 17, so even if we do get caught we're almost legal anyway." I rewind what she just said. Yeah WE could pull it off. But Dayona ? I'm not so sure. She's built like a grown woman but her face is on a kid level. That's the most important thing that needs to be on point. We just finto have to take her to a real make up artist before 8:00.

"We got to take Dayona to one of the make up artists down here before we go. And we have to go shopping. If we really want to look like we're 100% grown."

She looks at me and rolls her eyes. "Now bitch what does she need make up for ?"

"Girl you know damn well Day ain't gone pull this off when she got a kid face. And we gone need it anyway to top off our look."

"Yeah. Anyway I'm finna go let her know. Are you getting dressed right now.?" She asks while walking towards the door.

"Yea lemme take a 15 minute nap. I'm tired as fuck." I take my stuff off as she walks out the door. Let me gone and get some rest. It's much needed.

*30 Minutes Later*

"Kyarra get your ass up you slept over. We got to get dressed so we can get ready." I rub my eyes and sit up then look at the clock. My eyes nearly pop out my head. Katrina woke me up 15 minutes late. Like damn it could of been 5 minutes lates. Black people can't never do shit right.

"Bitch I said wake me up in 15 minutes not 30 !!!!"

"Trick, Do I look like an alarm clock to you. I don't buzz nor beep.! I dont ring or bling. The fuck. Just get your ass up so we can go. Lil ugly ass always talking shit. Should of let your ass slept till night time. Since you want to complain about me waking you up late. Thot I ain white so I don't do shit on time. Done made me mad." She says while walking out and stomping like a lil ass kid. Mane my sisters giving me hell. I go in my closet and pull out my All pink Timbs and my Pink Polo Joggers Outfit. I go to my Pink Jewelry dresser which has nothing but jewelry on it obviously. I grab my favorite gold necklace that says 'Savage Life' I brush and comb my hair and use some "HICKS EDGE CONTROL" which is what some of these bitches need to lay down them invisible/fucked up edges. They shit be running in every direction or missing in several spots. I flat iron my hair and look in the mirror to see that its flowing down my back perfectly and shiny. I grab my 14K gold stud earrings. These earrings cost my ass $244 if I'm not mistaken. Money ain't shit to a bank roller. I'm young and living a life as a R&B singer. Call me cocky all you want but I'm gone let it be known that I'm one of the baddest bitches walking. I put on my pink "FREDERIQUE CONSTANT WORLD HEART WATCH." This is my baby, it's so sexyyy...... I spray on my Chanel N°5 PARFUM GRAND EXTRAIT. And then to top off my look I put on my Love spelled promise ring. And yes I did say promise ring cause i promise to love my gaddamn self. I'm a I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T ass female. I don't need a niggah to make me feel good. Relationships don't last long anyway when you're my age. A nigga will have you so in love that he will fuck another female in your face because he know he got you on a leash. Got me fucked up if any nigga think he finto do me any kind of way. I'm 17 but got a mind like a 32 year old. Which means I will shoot your ass with a 9mm. N make that shit look like an accident. Lol Savage Lifestyle. Momma raised a thug not a weak ass bitch. I always was told "Take your respect, or get your respect tooken." And I'll be damned to have it tooken. I put on my Lavanila's deodorant and go to the mirror on my door to look at my conplexion. And lordddd I'm sexyy as hell. Katrina and Dayona walks in and I must say my sister's bad to. We all rocking that designer shit. I go in my walk in closet and grab my Pink Louie Vuitton hand bag which has my name incrusted in black at the bottom.

"You ready to go.?" Dayona says chewing the hell out of this damn gum she got in her damn mouth.

"Bihhh when is the funeral.?"

"What ?"

"That gum, cause you killing it."

"Kyarra I dislike you. Always got some to say. Looking a pink neon highlighter. I saw your ass glowing all the way in my room." Katrina falls out on the floor laughing hard as hell.

"Duhh thot. I stay glowing the fuck you thought. But lets go." I turn off my light then goes downstairs and grab the keys off the dining room table. We hop in the car and drive to the destination we supposed to be going to for Dayona.

"I hope they know what they're doing." Dayona says while looking at the brick house.

"Shidd the pictures she had on Facebook shows that she's great at this. Stop being a lil wimp." I say getting out of the car. "Hurry up its already 4 some and we still gotta go shopping for our outfits and we gotta get them IDs made. The club opens at 8. We need to speed up before we be late."

"Hoe stop being anxious, that club gone be open till 3 in the morning. You act like it ends at 10." Katrina says rolling her eyes and walking up to the house. I grab my purse out the back seat and lock my doors. This neighborhood look like somebody will pop out the bushes and rob your ass at any second.

"Wait, since I'm the customer I should probably knock first and let her know who we are." Dayona says finto knock.

"You act like she know you. You don't even know her. So why should it matter who knocks.?" Katrina says shifting from one feet to the other.

"Shut up." Dayona knocks on the door.

"Hold on." A small voice says. Then the door opens and a lil caramel girl with curly puff balls greets us with a beautiful smile. "Welcome to my mommy's shop. We have snacks and drinks while you wait. Come on in." She opens the door wider and we walk in.

"You are so cute. How old are you and what's your name." Dayona coo's at the lil girl.

"My name is Bre'alyn and I'm 5. I'm a big girl." She says with a huge smile.

"Nice to meet you Bre'alyn. I'm Dayona. And I'm 15." The lil girl um momma I'm assuming walks in and asks Dayona a few questions then takes her to the back. 35 minutes later they comr back and mannnnn does my sister look fine. Her make up looks like it's been done by a real professional.

"How much do I have to pay.?"

"$150 will be enough." Dayona hands her the money while still smiling and I can't even believe that my lil sis looks like a true model right now.

"How do I look."

"Like a million bucks." I say looking in her face still.

"You cute." Katrina says smiling.

We walk out the house and gets in the car. Next stop is this Id place.