A/N: So real quick I want to dedicate this chapter to DarlingMalfoyWriter and Violent_Hazard for coming up with the awesome ship name #Jermine! I always feel so cool and slightly famous when my characters get a ship name. It's like winning an award. So thank you guys so much and enjoy the chapter😝✌🏽
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It's Thanksgiving Day.
I keep my eyes shut, trying to go back to sleep, but being unsuccessful. So I open them, my eyes lookin straight out the window.
Snow falls from the sky, not too heavy and not too light, beautiful. It starts to collect on the orange, red, and yellow leaves, the leaves that are still on the trees.
My idiot cousins are making as much noise as possible beside me.
Zoie and Emilia shared the bed with me last night while Damien and Kai took the air mattress.
My moms are in the basement, Aunt Ali and Uncle Drew are in her room, and Austin and Roxy are in his room.
It's 9:45 a.m.
We, the children, are still in bed but judging by the ruckus downstairs, everyone else is awake.
My grandmas, aunts, and Momma are no doubt cooking. My grandpas, uncles, and Ma are probably out getting whatever the women need, and a few other things.
I groan and sit up. Then I roll over the edge of the bed, grab my bag, leave out, and go get in the shower.
After my shower I put on dark blue jeans, a red and black plaid shirt, and brown dress boots. I have a navy blue sweater but I decide not to put it on unless I have to go somewhere.
"Wake up dickheads you were real energized while I tried to sleep don't fake now." I say going back in the room.
Of course Kai is up and gone already, leaving Zoie, Damien, and Emilia.
With a sigh I grab a pillow and whack all three of them. Zoie snaps up, eyes zipping around the room before landing on me.
"Fuck you Emerson." Emilia grumbles as she fake staggers out of bed and out the room.
I smile sweetly at Zoie and leave out, whacking Damien with the pillow one last time.
Like I guessed all the women are in the kitchen preparing the large meal for tonight, Ma, Grandpa Wayne, Uncle Markus, and Uncle Lukas sit on the couch waiting for the game to come on.
Stepping into the kitchen I greet everyone and maneuver my way around the working ladies to fix a bowl of cereal before going into the living room.
"It's like a land mine in there." I mumble sitting on the couch next to Ma.
She chuckles and nods," yeah I usually keep my distance from women who cook, especially the women in our family, once false move and it's hell to pay."
I roll my eyes, but nod.
It's the truth. When women in my family cook it's in perfect sync. They all know what to do, when to do it, and where to do it at. Like an actual five star restaurant.
"How's your photography goin kid?" Lukas asks.
My eyes light up at the mention of the passion of mine," you want to see my most recent portfolio?"
"Yeah of course." He beams.
Quickly I eat the last of my cereal and gulp down the milk before setting the bowl down and running up stairs.
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Finding Me - Book 4
Ficção AdolescenteEmerson Isabella Stratton, 17 years old, bisexual. Emerson struggles with her identity. She is a girl and 9 times out of 10 she identifies as that. But there are days where she just doesn't feel like a girl. She changes who she is like the night t...