So High

1. Atiyya

June 2nd, 2017

          "Get up and get dressed y'all, we going to church." A measly grumble surfaced itself from the back of my throat at the sound of my mother's loud voice. I loved the lord, but I wasn't feeling him messing with my sleeping schedule every Sunday.

"Just give me five more minutes ma'." I muttered, eyes still closed.

"No! Nabora and Rickie are getting up and you need to also. You gone be the main one complaining when you're not ready in time. Now get up!" She fussed.

I turned over on my back and sighed. I liked to sleep in. A slumber like mine could last until three in the afternoon almost, if my mother let me.

I was convinced she hated me though since she never did.

I felt the weight of the bed become significantly lighter so I knew Rickie had gotten up. My eyes were still closed as I wished to disappear.

          "Atiyya---"
"Mama," I said, irritated. "I heard you."

I opened my eyes and looked at her. "Alright then, get up and get dressed."
She closed the door to my room.

I sat up in the bed and pulled the covers off me. "Ooh, she gets on my nerves."

"Your attitude is so bad in the mornings." Nabora shook her head, folding up the blankets she slept with and placing them in a corner of my room.

"What-ever."

We heard the bathroom toilet flush and Rickie walk out, leaving the door open.

Nabora and I both stared at her naked chest and the boy shorts she had on. "What?" She looked at us, removing the matter from her eye.

"Can you put your shirt back on? You always doing that." Nabora rolled her eyes. Rickie moved around the room, scratching her back. "Y'all know I can't do number two unless I'm half naked."

"Uhhh bro," I got up, the smell now hitting me.

This what I get for wanting a bathroom in my room.

"Did you spray?" I covered my nose.

Rickie shrugged. "I couldn't find it."
"It was under the cabinet." My voice was muffled.

"My bad." She began rummaging through her suitcase to find an outfit for church.

Nabora shook her head. She was probably immune to the smell.

I smacked my teeth. "I'm about to use my mama bathroom."

"Yeah, I'm using the guest. You got it bro." Nabora threw her hands up and grabbed her toiletries and clothes off my computer desk, heading down stairs.

"Y'all so freaking dramatic." Rickie looked back up at me.

"We dramatic because we not tryna stay in here and be suffocated by the smell of your shit?"
"See, right there. Dramatic."

"Alright, whatever. I'm going to take a shower and then I'm coming back up here to get some clothes. When I come back, that smell needs to be gone." I opened to the door to my room and unplugged my phone from the night stand.