Thug Love

| First Day |

AYISHA'S
POINT OF VIEW

(Song For This Chapter : Slippin' by DMX)

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring throughout my closed off room. I really wasn't one for bright ass sunlight shining down on me in the morning and I always kept my blinds down and closed. I don't want no one peepin through em and I'm not one of those nosy neighbors with broken blinds. I mind my own business because it's not like anyone else but me is gunna be important to my future.

I sat up in bed and pushed the sheets off me before rubbing my eyes with little closed fists. As soon as my feet hit the cold floor I groaned, realizing it was the first day back to school this year. I was focused on succeeding in life, being successful and keeping my grades up but in all honestly I hated school with a passion. Not cause I didn't like to learn, not cause I didn't wanna take notes and do my work. I simply didn't like people. Yep, I just wasn't a fan of other people. Of course I had my few friends and acquaintances. I'm sweet and goofy, I get along with basically everyone but that don't mean I like or care for em.

I checked the notifications on my phone and then tossed it down on my bed before walking down the hall to the bathroom. Being 17, I share a house with my dad. I was waiting till I was done with school to move out. In case you were wondering about my mama, she's in and outta jail. Never been in my life, never will. She's your common druggie mother with three kids, all different fathers, not giving a fuck bout anything or anyone.

Once I was in the bathroom, I locked the door and started pulling off my clothes and throwing them down on the counter. I turned on the water, waiting for it to get hella hot then pulled back the shower curtain and got in. To be honest I loved hot showers, they just cleared my mind and relaxed me. It's some of the only alone time I get.

My dad is always on my case about everything. He ain't the best father and that's a nice way to put it. But anyways I'm telling you, he gives me no freedom, whenever he's around he's always in my business about everything. Doesn't let me go nowhere, do nothing, talk to no one, try this or try that. Trust me he's one difficult bastard.

I grabbed the shampoo from the rack in my shower that was cluttered with all my soaps, hair products and hair brushes. I squeezed some out onto my hands then started massaging it into my hair with my fingers and nails while hot water ran down my back filling the room with steam.

After washing my body thoroughly and rinsing out my hair, I turned the water off and stepped out. I grabbed one of the old white towels hanging on the towel rack and wrapped it around my body, after drying myself off. I squeezed the water out of my hair and then blow dried it till it was soft, smooth and water-less.

I absolutely hated wet hair, it got my shirt wet, dripped everywhere and was just not comfortable or cute. I picked up my electric toothbrush and spread some minty toothpaste over the bristles before brushing my teeth for a good 3-4 minutes and then flossing.

I kept my teeth white as could be cause I thought they looked nice. There's just something about nice white teeth that catches the eye. Once I rinsed my mouth I start washing my face and rubbing in some face cream that took care of acne an all that. I applied deodorant and took care of all my needs before walking back down the hall to my room quickly.

I shut my bedroom door and dropped my towel on the floor then walked over to my closet. I had a lot of clothes to be honest, after all the things I really cared about were success, money, clothes, my makeup, and my body.