Songs for this chapter :
: Wale - That Way
: B.O.B - Nothing On You
I started giggling hysterically as my brother, Damian put on my mother's glasses mimicking her uncontrollably. "Now, that is how you imitate someone!" he said as he threw his clean white t-shirt at me. I slowly threw his shirt over my head and styled my hair into a twisted ponytail.
"Omarion, you, and I are going to the park to play basketball and right after we're going to eat at the pizzeria across the street. What do you say?" Damian said as he smirked and took off his shirt.
"Oh, that's right! When is Omarion coming?" I said as I gasped.
"I'm already here," Omarion said as he popped his head through the door.I suddenly gasped in joy as I attacked my older brother, Omarion and collapsed on the floor. "Oh my god, you're here!" I said as I didn't stop playfully kissing him on the cheek and tickling him.
"Yo, stop." Omarion said as he laughed.
"My brother, how was Chicago?" Damian said as he patted him on the back."It was good. Got to see some sexy ladies if you know what I mean!" He said as he winked at Damian. Damian started laughing as he playfully punched Omarion in the arm, "Aye, stop that. We have a little girl in the house!" He said sarcastically as he gazed at me.
"Shut up, Damian. We're all grown up now." I said as I stood up and walked into the kitchen to fetch Damian and Omarion a glass of water.
"Hey, in 2 years, we are OUT of this death home so don't be saying we grown up yet," Damian said as he looked up at the ceiling as if staring at something meaningfully.
___________________________Yes, those are my brothers, Damian and Omarion by blood. My parents were only 17 (my age basically) when they first had Omarion, who is the oldest as you can see. Then, at age 18, they had Damian. Finally, a year later, they had me. When I was about 2 or something years old, our parents took us to a foster home and abandoned us there. We've been living in a foster home ever since. It's a complete hell honestly. We live in the middle of the Bronx, New York. My brothers have gotten in three fights the past month and it's not easy.
Maria Deree is our foster mother, but I call her mom since she's always been the leader in my life. Damian, as you can see, doesn't like her that much. Omarion and I don't really understand why. Mom is really sweet and caring. At times, she can be very uptight but that doesn't matter. Although, the three of us aren't the ONLY people that live in this house.
Rita and Nina are both 11 years old. They're twins and are so identical. They always like to pull pranks on us and they're so annoying. They're aren't related to us at all, thank god but we're stuck with the both of them for two more years. Aaron is 14 years old. He's not that bad, but he is a little aggressive. Even though Rita and Nina are very annoying, Aaron is always acting odious towards them and it pisses me off.
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I handed Omarion and Damian their glasses of water and I sat down on the couch next to them both. "Omarion, let's go to the park!" Damian commanded as he stood up, pulling Omarion by the arm. "Alright, alright. Chill." Omarion said as he chuckled and took off his fancy shirt and put on an old one.
A while passed and we all started to head out of the house. Then, we noticed a taxi cab parked next to the sidewalk by the porch of the house. It was Mom. "Hey, kids. Are you all going to the park?" She said exhaustingly as she grabbed the many bags that were inside the taxi cab. Omarion ran up towards Maria Deree and hugged her as tight as he could, "I missed you." I heard him say as he let go and reached for Maria Deree's hands. "Here, let me help you." He said as he took most of the bags inside the house.

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Empire State (Ronnie Banks)
FanfictionDedicated to Ronnie Banks, the love of my life.