𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

₪ Broke As F**k ₪

UNEDITED

Enjoy!!!! (Aliza above)

Aliza POV

"Uggh", I groaned hearing the spongebob theme song for the 50th time on tv.

"Yay!", my baby cousin Tyler giggles.

Why did I even agree to watch him in the first place?? Oh yeah.. the money.

Pays to be broke and almost starved.

The city life ain't easy for southern girl like me. But I've learned to adapt to this (high class) and not to mention busy place. New york has way more to things to see than South Carolina. The big beuatiful glass windowed buildings (that I could never work in). Great resturants, parks, food, and fun all fit in my category of a wonderful place to live. Even though its hard to find FRIED CHICKEN around here (and barely any fresh air to breathe).

"I wanna a snack Aunt Liz", Tyler whines.

Kids. Do I want any?

"No. You just had goldfish crackers. Plus your mama is coming home in a bit to fix dinner", I say with my southern accent.

Its been a while since I've talked like that. Looks like New york is starting to grow on me.

"But my mom never cooks. She always orders pizza when she comes home".

He wasn't lying about that. My sister Kizzy does the same routine everyday; work, talk, takeout, smoke, and (barely) sleeps. She's basically a walking zombie every time I see her. I feel bad for the kid ;he's always being ignored, has a father (but is hardly ever home), and a mother who treats him as if he's a tick. A mother should comfort and care for their children not abandon them like a worthless dog.

He frowns and walks back to the TV to watch Spongebob.

Poor kid.

Then an idea came to mind out of nowhere.

"Hey, how about we make dinner for mommy so she doesn't have to order pizza, huh little guy?".

"Yes!", he jumps up and down shaking the TV in the process.

"Alright, but let's wash our hands first".

After doing some rubba dub dub, we enter the big kitchen to find something to cook.

I'm not surprised with how gigantic my sister's kitchen is. The job she has deals with some economy shit and she gets paid big money.

She's always rubbing it in my face (trying) to make me feel bad. But I can tolerate it for 50 bucks and hour.

I scanned the gray fridge for anything we can salvage. All I could find was a little ground beef, tomato sauce, and pasta.

For someone's who's rich, there sure isn't any groceries around here! They can at least get a maid!!

"Well, looks like spaghetti on the menu tonight bud", I said while turning on the stovetop.

"Yum", he says rubbing his stomach.

Yeah kiddo, I would be as happy you are right now if I've had the same thing for weeks.

We were silent as, I cooked the meat and stirred the sauce for our meal until my phone rung.

Mama.

Flashes on the screen of my phone. Aww man, why today? Now I have to think of a quick lie to tell her about how things are going up here in the "big apple". My mom is always in my business!