thug love{under editing}

Chapter 1

If your new to the book just know that I wrote this book when I was young so bare with me and this is one of the reasons why I'm editing, as I go back and read this I'm cringing so hard right now but I have so much love for the people who enjoyed it when even When i first wrote it y'all some real ass people so comment down below if you've been rocking with me since the beginning and I'll dedicate a story to you!💕
-Myia🌀
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"MAKAYLA ARMANI SMITH GET UP FOR SCHOOL RIGHT NOW!" My mom yelled from downstairs, I honestly wasn't ready to get up but I did anyways, I honestly also hate when she uses my full name but she only does it when I get in trouble or something around that area.

I stood up waking up fully once my feet touched my soft ass white carpet I swear I use to sleep on this shit a couple times before I missed my bed, that's how comfortable my carpet is. I walked into my self made bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror and 'oh my god damn' I looked a complete mess.

I turned my shower on, while waiting for the water to get warm, I walked back inside my room and laid out my outfit for today (Up top). I walked back into my bathroom and stripped out of my clothes before hopping in. The cool air from the morning breeze and the steam from the shower instantly woke me up.

I squirted my mango strawberry Dove soap on my sponge and washed my body. After I cleansed myself I got out and brushed my teeth because my breath was not okay.

I rinsed my mouth with some Colgate mouthwash, gargling before spitting it out. After I decided that my breath smelt fine I walked back into my room and put on my undergarments. A black bra that had lace at the top from Victoria secret and matching underwear.

I put on my outfit and sat down at my vanity. I combed out my hair with my wide toothed comb then moved along to my white girl brush and after my hair was all combed out I used my argon oil edge control to slick up my hair into a high bun before slicking down my edges.

Once I was done I put on my shoes and grabbed my bag putting everything I needed in it such as my charger, headphones, lipgloss, emergency pads and my I.D.

I walked downstairs to see my mom cooking breakfast, I sat my bag down on the side of the table and kissed her cheek before grabbing a piece of bacon.

"Where's dad?" I questioned while munching on my bacon, I heard her scoff under her breath.

"On the phone like always." She said with an eye roll and I couldn't help but laugh. You see my dad is the notorious 'ICE' the most feared drug lord in America which is why he keeps our family away from his 'business' because if he didn't half of California which is where we live would have a hit on our head. My mom dislikes it because she thinks that one day he's going to get seriously injured and that's my fear as well because my dad and mom are only 32 and 33.

"Makayla go change." My dad said as he walked into the kitchen, making me groan.

"Daddy I'm not showing anything though." I whined and he gave me a stern look before my mom put her hand on her hip looking at him.

"If I say she didn't have to change then that means she isn't showing anything too revealing, now do you wanna argue?" She asked giving him the look that scares the shit out of me when she gets mad at me, he held his hands up in surrender and shook his head no.

"Ok then." She said and I couldn't help but laugh, my mom and my dad had been rocking together since they were kids they had started out as best friends but then my dad started developing a crush on her but she wouldn't give him a chance until they became freshmen's it was the start of their power couple moment. My mom is beautiful with her curly past the shoulder length hair and her brownish carmelish complexion and her dimples that she passed down to me, makes her beautiful smile even brighter, she also has honey light brown eyes that change from honey to hazel.