Bad.

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June 14th, 2013. Friday Morning. 8:35 a.m.

I slid my feet across the hard, carpeted floor to the bathroom of my soon to be demolished bedroom I grew up in and shared with Kamilla. We had so many good times in here, especially with Brandon. From prank calls to dropping balloons out the windows to make out sessions to writing fake excuse notes for school, and every other little thing we did to get ourselves in trouble. But it's not like we ever got caught. I'm the chief bad ass in charge around here. Always have been.

Now we have to move all the way on the other side of the country just because our foster mother is a broke, cheap ass hoe. Nice.

I took a 15 minute shower making sure not to get my hair wet. Since nobody woke us up I don't have time to wash my hair and deal with the monster that comes alive as a consequence. I washed my face and brushed my teeth then made sure my towel was secure around my body and walked back out to my room.

"Morning babe"

"Morning mami Kam"

I walked around to Kamilla's side of the room and hugged her while she tried to stand up and go to the bathroom.

I decided to wear my high wasted yellow jeans, black batman tank and my Citrus 7s that I haven't wore in forver. I grabbed my brush and walked into the bathroom to brush my hair. My hair is dark brown with honey blonde highlights and a big patch of my hair is honey blonde. My hair is soft, straight and flows to the middle of my back. where I dip-dyed my tips sandy brown. Yes, I like to experiment with hair but fuck it. I'm different.

I walked back into the room and scanned it for my suitcase. When I found it I roughly opened it and dug through to find my hair curler. Once I found it I made a mental note to never again pack every single little thing because I'll need it in the morning.

I walked back into the bathroom only to see Kamilla naked in front of the mirror.

"Bitch. Move"

"Naw nigga i need to do my hair"

"And I need to curl my hair so one of us is shit outta luck and it's not me."

"The fucks I give are invisible. Sorry. Please try again later."

"Don't steal my words. Now MOVE"

"No."

I pushed her out the way and plugged my hair curler up then walked out the room yelling to her to put on some clothes because the world doesn't need to see that. Or me.

Me and Kamilla have known each other since we were 6 so it doesn't faze us to see each other naked, but still, I don't exactly like the idea of seeing her ass every day.

Walking downstairs I heard the hustle of people moving around in the living room and kitchen. I walked around everybody to Brandon's room, knocking 3 times with long pauses then 4 fast knocks so he would know its me, then entering. 

"Aye ma"

"Hey B"

"What I tell you 'bout looking cute. Don't nobody wanna see that shit. You better go put on a church outfit."

"Nooo. You love when I look sexy though."

"Um. I said CUTE. Not sexy. You need a hearing aid. Now go get me some breakfast"

"Yo' light bright lucky charms looking ass better go get your own damn self some breakfast. Fuck I look like"

"My maid"

"Bye Brandon"

"Nooooo come back I'm sorry"

"You're such a pussy. I gotta go curl my hair anyway"

"You are what you eat but iight."

"Ew"

I hopped up off his bed and jogged down the hall back to the steps. Alisha was sitting on the steps with Jah'nae. I swear I wanna just strangle they asses so bad sometimes. I just rolled my eyes and walked past them not putting my hands on them because 1) Our foster mother was by the steps and 2) This day is already bad enough so I don't need a lecture on being nice and keeping my hands to myself. I will slap whoever the hell I want thank you.

I bust into my room to see Kamilla on top of Justin, a boy who lives down the street that Kam sneaks in. Justin jumped up and pushed her off of him when he saw me. She almost fell off the bed 'til he grabbed her leg.

"Oh! Hey Finity"

I just rolled my eyes and walked past him into the bathroom to curl my hair. That dude has always liked me. I can tell he's just playing Kam to make me jealous but she doesn't give a fuck about him or his feelings. He's just hoe #1 to her.

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One hour later, hair curled, breakfast eaten, bags packed, goodbyes said, and we're all piling into the bus to take us to the airport. All 7 of us kids and Ms. Benjamin (our foster mother).

When we get to the airport its 10:30 and we have 30 minutes before our flight to Cali takes off. Although I'm mad I have to lose my rep, and start all over again, I'm excited. I've always wondered what California is like. Is the city we're moving to ratchet and ghetto? Or is it quiet? Are the kids cute or just.. ew? Is the school boring or hype?

Wait. Did I just mention school? Oh my God I need a nap...

"Trin?" Brandon walked up snapping  me out of my daze

"Huh? Oh what"

"I'm hungry"

"Ok? And?"

"You see that little store over there?" I nodded "Can you help me..borrow..something from it ?"

I grinned and nodded. Now this is what I'm talking about.

We walked up to the little store in the airport that sold snacks and walked around for a little to not look suspicious. I checked the time, 10:45. We had 15 minutes left and a line had formed in front of the cashier so I walked right up to the front hearing many annoying complaints from business/lonely, old people.

The cashier was kinda cute. He looked around 19, white but mixed, grey eyes. But I didn't come here to find a date. My job is to flirt. 

The cashier looked up at me like he was about to say something but stopped. I smiled politely and blinked my eyes to show off my eyelashes. I looked back to see Brandon grabbing a few things off the shelves so I new it was time to distract the guy.

He spoke first "Well hello there"

"Hi"

"What can I do for a pretty lady like you"

"I just saw how cute you are and decided to come have a closer look"

"Oh really?"

"Yea. I love your eyes"

"I love your hair"

"Thanks"

"How long are you gonna be here for?"

"Um.. my plane leaves soon"

"Darn." Really.. he says that? "Well can I have your number?"

I smiled. "Sure."

I looked back to see if I could find Brandon and he was walking away so I knew I could wrap this shit up. I wrote down a number to an old phone I had that doesn't work anymore, said bye, winked and left.

When I walked out of the store Ms. B was gathering everybody so I grabbed my bag and suitcases then walked with them towards the passage to get on the plane.

California here we come.