"Normani stop! That hurts!" I whined and squirmed around on the floor. Normani wrapped her legs around my arm and waist to keep me still. "Would you stop it. I'm barely even combing it." She said and started back coming my hair. "But it hurts." I whined even more as tears brimmed my eyes. That's my older cousin Normani Hamilton. She's 15. She's also my best friend. "Now you sit there and finish getting your hair did. I don't want to be late for church again." My aunt scolded me.
"Yes ma'am." I said. "Lord knows them old ladies be looking at us half crazy when we walk in." She said as she walked out the room. Aunt Andrea... she took me in when I was 10. My mom killed her boyfriend for trying to hurt me. Now she's in prison for life. Last time I got to seen her was two years ago. "Alright I'm done. Put on your dress so you can eat breakfast." Normani told me.
I got up off the floor and walked over to my bed. Since this house only have four rooms we have to share a room. I put on my white tights and under shirt. I picked up my dress and carefully slipped it on. "Mani could you button me up please?" I asked. She stood up and buttoned the back of my dress for me.
"There you go. Now come on. We have to eat." She told me. "Ok and thanks." We both walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. "Morning everyone." I said pecking both my grandmother and dads cheeks. "Morning Arielle and Ashelee." I said taking my seat by Normani. "Morning!" Everyone greeted. We all ate our food and someone would say something here and there. "Alright everyone let's go." Mom said once we finished. We all got up and piled into the van. Then headed to church.
~Rocky
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The way you treated me (Camila/you) (Discontinued)
Fiksi PenggemarY/n Hamilton. Younger cousin of Normani Hamilton. The year 1955. The death of emmitt till sparks anger and fear through out the black community. Parents making sure they do everything they could to keep their babies safe. Y/n goes the racist slurs a...
