Destiny is 17 years old and she is African-American. She is goody two shoes. She doesn't do drugs, smoke, drink or have sex. She hates people who are arrogant and stuck up.
William Crawford is 17 years old and he is Caucasian. He is your typical r...
Waking up after my little crying session was tough. My eyes were bloodshot and my face had dried tears on them. It was tough wrapping my head around the fact that I could lose my mom. It was tougher to think Trey would have to grow up without his mom and that she will never see Trey grow up. I know most people try to focus on the positive and not the negative but, I couldn't nothing positive ever happens in my life. After 10 minutes of my pity party, I finally had mustered up enough energy to actually get up and get ready. I was hoping this sleepover would get my mind off everything, I packed my stuff and began packing Trey stuff.
I walked downstairs to see my dad in the kitchen, it's still weird to see the man who used to hit me and pass out drunk stand here sober and being nice. I flinch when he turns around and looks at me, I guess mentally scars don't heal as fast as physical scars. "Hey bunny, are you hungry? I'm making breakfast before everyone heads off." He said flipping a pancake. I smile, remembering when I was younger and having my dad make breakfast on his days off, I missed those days. "Sure, is anyone else up?" I asked, is it weird to feel nervous around your own father because, I'm always nervous and afraid. Afraid I might say the wrong thing and he'll hit me, I don't know how I can live like this being scared of you father or anyone you love for the rest of your life is not how anyone should live. "Yeah your mom and your uncle is smoking outside." He told, I can tell his attitude changed at the mention of Peter I hope it isn't cause of me. "Oh, I'm gonna go get Trey ready while you finish up." I said not evening waiting for a response from him. I walked into my room, it was my personal hide away. I saw Trey knocked out with his butt in the air a little bit, the same I sleep. Usually waking him up was easy but, I guess he wanted to be difficult.
(Destiny's room. I love it because it gives me Aladdin vibes and I love Aladdin)
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I finally got him up and he wanted to pick out his own outfit, which was finally something that matched. He used to try to go outside in swimming trunks and a polo shirt with high top shoes, it was cute but ugly. "Hey, dad made breakfast for us. You can go downstairs if you want." I told him, he never really talks to mom or dad and I honestly don't want him to but, they are technically his legal guardians. "I want a muffin and orange juice." He said turning on the TV, I roll my eyes he rather get a muffin than homemade breakfast. "Dad made pancakes, eggs and bacon." I told him, he couldn't resist bacon and pancakes. He got out the bed and walked downstairs, well ran would be the better term. My phone started flashing, it was group text from L'niyah.
Hoenita(L'niyah): Attention all my hoes!! We gonna match today, sun out ass and titties out.
Wal-MartJ.Lo(Chanel): yyy. I wanted to wear a dress
