Just Breathe

Chapter One

January 2004

V.V Taylor. V.V

"T'yanna, let's go. We're going to be late." Tyler said as we waited impatiently for T'yanna to walk out of her room.

It was already 7:00 and school started at 7:45.

If our school wasn't so far away it wouldn't have been a problem. Maurice, my dad, only wanted his children in the "best" school. Our school was 30 minutes away from our home.

T'yanna was always the slowest to get ready. We were almost late everyday because of her.

T'yanna was my little sister. Only by two years though. She was 5'4, light skinned with long naturally wavy hair.

For her to only be fourteen she had more hips and breast than I did.

T'yanna had a beauty mark on her upper lip, she had two deep dimples and she resembled my gorgeous and almost flawless mother more than any of us. She also had the green eyes that my mother had.

"Tay. Taylor. Taylor!" Tyler said to me.

"Yea?" I said looking up at him. With him being 6'1 that's the only way I could see his face. I was only 5'1.

Tyler was also light skinned but he looked more like Maruice.

Tyler had brown curly hair that grew about two inches past his shoulders. He always kept his hair in braids. He was also growing a goatee. He had deep dimples on each cheek. His eyes were hazel like Maurice's too.

"Go get T'yanna so we can leave. I'll be in the car. Y'all hurry up."

I walked down the hallway that was filled with pictures of our family. I was never a picture friendly person, so there was no single pictures of me on the wall except for our "family" ones.

As I got to T'yanna's door I knocked lightly.

"T'yanna, we have to go."

"Here I come." She yelled from inside her room.

After a minute or two she came out of her room with a sweater, some jeans and some boots on. Since it was cold outside I didn't pay it any mind.

I smiled at her "You ready, big head?"

She smiled back "Yea." She said as she slide her shoulder bag over her.

T'yanna and I walked outside and the cold morning wind hit our faces.

We quickly walked towards Tyler's car ready for the heat in it to warm us up and ready to get this day of school over with.

It was Friday which meant that the weekend was almost here.

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The bell for lunch rang as my two best friends Brenda, Jordan and I walked to the cafeteria.

Brenda was a half African American and half Vietnamese girl. She had naturally straight, jet black hair. She was 5'5. She had small breast but her bottom was bigger than average. She didn't have any dimples but she had a killer smile. Her brown eyes complemented her face.

Brenda was smart but she had a smart mouth and a real bad attitude.

Her mom, who was Vietnamese had tried to put her in anger management classes or let her talk to a therapist but she would never listen.

Her dad, who was black, had tried too but wasn't successful either.

Brenda would either leave the sessions and go to my house or she would lock herself in her room.