i walk up the stairs to my room looking at all the family pictures every thing feels numb this doesn't seem like it could be happening who's Mr. carter anyways i get to my bedroom door and look at the pic poster. " heaven heights academy cheerleader" i smile the past year of cheerleading for a high school team has been fun i walk in my room and look all around and see all the pictures of me and my friends. i sit on my bed and grab the picture off my night stand its me and my best friend macie.
i get off my bed and walk into my closet i flip the light switch on. I grab my pink zebra suit cases and begin to pack. i pack for what feels like forever and not even half my closets empty. i need another suitcase if im suppose to take all this stuff. i call over the intercom for more suit cases my mom brings them up and we finish packing in silence 5 suit cases later we take the elvator down stairs as the door bell rings my dad calls out "i got it." i huge black man walks in the door. "Mr. Carter this is my daughter Briley you may remember her from when she was little and my soon to be ex-wife Patrica" Mr. carter smiles and both me and my mom "both looking beautiful as ever, but im afraid we should head out if we want to make it to my house for dinner on time."
the car ride is awkward and quiet. i look at mr.carter whos seems to be concentrating on driving very deeply. i take a deep breath "thanks i guess...do you have any kids? whats your family like" mr. carter looks over and smiles i have 6 boys Terrell & Terrance are twins there the youngest and the trouble makers. Trevon is 16 pretty out going you to will make good friends. Malik hes 17 and he is the one i have to keep an eye out for he loves to rap but he also gets in to a lot of troube with girls. then there Deshawn 18 smart kid good head on his shoulders still lives with us but it quiet and dont talk alot and my oldest son Andre hes 22 moved out and has 1 baby we dont know where the baby mama is thou. i felt pretty informed a little nervous about meeting everyone but we only had an hour to go
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