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3:42 p.m

  About four hours later and we finally arrive in Compton, California. The flight attendant announces that we can take off our seat belts so I do so then stretch like crazy. They dead ass need some massage chairs on these planes.

  I reached over and shook Kamilla to wake her up but over the years I learned she sleeps harder than a bear during hibernation so I got up and sat on her then started bouncing up and down. I watched as she groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She yawned then pushed me off her.

"Fine. Next time I'll make sure they let you sleep and you can continue flying. I'll find another best friend so don't worry."

"You wouldn't"

"Oh, but I would."

"Fuck you"

"When?"

"Tonight. 8 sharp"

"I'll bring the condoms"

I stood up and grabbed my carry-on bag off the shelf and pushed Kam when she tried grabbing hers, making the bag fall on her. She fell back on the seat and sent me a death glare. I smirked and sent her a kiss back before getting pulled away with Brandon. We talked about what we would do when we get to the new house. He talked about all the hoes he would get and told me that I better not be getting a lot of male attention... too late for that talk.

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4:30 p.m

I heard kids running around, music blasting, car horns, screams, and any other noise you could hear in a live neighborhood. There were teenagers walking up and down the streets, some on bikes and others talking on the phone. There were girls about my age that would be perfect for Brandon because they were either ugly or decently OK. Then there were boys that looked like a black Big Bird from Sesame Street. Why? Out of all places with sexy people, we moved here!?

We pulled up in front of a large house with brown bricks. The porch was a nice size. The door had a thin window on each side. A bigger window was farther to the right and I'm guessing that's where the living room was. There was a drive way with a covering and a large window on top so there was a room right there. But there were A LOT of windows around the whole house. 

Ms. B told us to grab our bags and meet her by the stairs in the house. I got out of the bus last and walked around, standing in front. This house was pretty and way better than our old house in the D. I walked up the first steps holding onto the railing. I took small steps walking down the walkway then up the last steps leading to the door. I took a deep breath and walked into my new house.

I wondered if I had a real family would I have a house like this. Some place I could call home. A place I could have actual brothers and sisters to chill with and I could experience what it's like to eat dinner, not just as a whole, but as a family.

I blinked away the tears that were soon to come and walked to the stairs, standing between Kam and Brandon.

"I don't need a family. They didn't need me. I don't need them". These are the thoughts that repeatedly ran through my mind.

"OK guys. There are four bedrooms on the second floor and a large room on the third floor or what some may call the attic. You can pick your own rooms but under these conditions: leave a room for me and no mixed genders" Ms. B informed us. This is the most proper I have ever heard her ratchet ass talk.

"I CALL ATTIC!"

"HELL NO BITCH, SIT YO LIL ASS DOWN SOMEWHERE"

"Excuse me Kamilla, I suggest you watch your language and Alisha you should ask before you claim."