***A/N: Guys... please don't come at me in the comment section about my grammar... I use certain words in certain ways for a reason. I do it on purpose because it fits this story and the background of it.
Alisha's POV
Hi. My name is Alisha Brown and I am 20 years old. I am the oldest out of three sisters. I am also the tallest, being 5'6 and a half. I have natural curly, but puffy hair. I LOVE basketball and triple brownie ice cream. Me and my sisters, Ciara and Jade are moving to Los Angeles, California from Brooklyn, New York to restart our lives. Last year, our parents died in a car accident. Jade, the youngest cried for a whole week. I had to hide my pain to keep them from falling apart even more.
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I hit my alarm clock a couple of times to shut it off. I sit up and rub my eyes. It's 10:23 am.
I set my alarm for 8:00 am.
I need to learn how to stop pressing snooze all of the damn time. I stand up and put my white and pink Nike slides on. I walk to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I take my big t-shirt, bra, and panties off. I turn the shower on and let it run for a little bit. Then I get in and let the steamy water run on my face for a couple of minutes.
Then I washed with my Sweet Pea shower gel from Bath And Body Works. Since, I'm running late, so I only stay in the shower for 10 minutes. I got out and wrapped my towel around myself. I heard someone talking downstairs, so I walked to the kitchen. Ciara and Jade were at the island eating some eggs, bacon, and toast. Jade saw me and said, "Hey, look who's finally up."
I rolled my eyes. "My alarm clock was messed up."
Then Ciara said, "I heard it go off like a hundred times, Lisha."
"Ugh, y'all are annoying." I walked back to my room and got my outfit off of my dresser. Last night, I got out everything that I might need for the morning, and packed everything else.
It put the bra and panties on. Then some lotion.
My outfit was a pair of black distressed high waisted jean shorts with golden studs on the side, a white tank top, a black and red flannel, black and red Air Jordan retro 11s, and white footies.
I put the shirt on, then the shorts, and tucked the shirt into them. Then I tied my flannel around my waist and put the socks on. I finally put my Js on.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and put my gold hoops in. I put some make-up and red lipstick. I put my shoulder-length hair into a ponytail. It's dark reddish, curly, and puffy at the same time. I walked out of the bathroom and packed the rest of my stuff in 10 minutes. I pulled the suitcases out to the living room. We all are taking 2 suitcases each, which was kind of part of the restarting idea.
"Did y'all save me some food???" I asked, walking back into the kitchen.
"No. You should've woke up earlier, there was food earlier." Ciara said with a straight ass face. She stood up, and I saw that she was wearing some tight ass gold leggings.
"Hey, Ciara. Where you going with them leggings on???"
She didn't look at me, she just stared into the refrigerator. "I was just wearin' em."
I guess you can say that I can be a little overprotective of my little sisters sometimes. Well, they're the only people that I actually have left. Our grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins don't care about us. They said that they didn't want anything to do with us, right after their funeral. That it was our faults that our parents died.
"Well, you better watch out for them boys." I said.
She finally grabbed the last of the orange juice. "Ok, sis." She said with an attitude.
