Broken (ZonniquexBahja) *Editing*

11

Bahja~

"She should be here soon..." I looked at my watch.

"She knows about today right?" Bree asked.

"Yeah."

Bree, Lourdes, and I were in the studio waiting on Zonnique to arrive. It was passed 9am. To be exact it was 10:30. I was becoming impatient, but I'm learning to be understanding of others traveling abilities and all that.

"Swear she's just like you Bahja. Always running late." Lourdes stated.

"Right." Bree laughed while adding on.

"Okay I'm always on time so stop." I playfully rolled my eyes while laughing.

They both looked at each other and nodded, "sureeeee you are."

Just after that, the studio door opened and in walked a soaked Zonnique. She looked angry, or pissed off... Maybe a little bit of both.

"Whoa... What happened to you?"

"What does it look like?" She snapped.

"Damn girl." Lo stated.

"First I missed the--"

She paused and turned around, "get in here little girl."

In walked a much younger version of her, who looked just as equally as pissed as she did.

"First I woke up late, then I got up to see that she had invited her little friends over, AFTER I told her that I had to come here today. We got into this heated argument about her and this privacy mess." She took my water from me and drunk some, "then, she wanted to take all fucking day on purpose to get ready. We missed the bus, and on top of that had to walk 6 blocks in the rain because we got on the wrong bus."

Zonnique let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her messy hair. "I'm so over this shit."

I looked at her little sister, "what's your name?"

"Lauren."

"How old are you?"

"Why?"

"Hey, I just asked a question."

"13, what about you?"

"21."

"Zonnique is your sister right?"

She nodded, "and you tired of her?"

"Ugh! Yes, oh my god."

"Girl I'm tired of your ass too."

"Ha." Lourdes laughed, "sounds like me and Bahja."

"The last thing I wanted to do was bring her, but I can't trust her no more."

"Do you have somewhere else I can go? Possibly a ditch, so I can throw myself down it?" Lauren asked.

I slightly laughed, "you can go downstairs. Back down to the lobby? There's like a hangout room for the kids. Just ask the receptionist."