Falling for the bad boy

Chapter 1.

Amani's POV

Ringgggggg ringggggggg ringggggggg!!!!

I was woken up by my stupid alarm clock.i quickly hit the snooze button so that I could sleep for at least 10 more minutes .i didn't even bother to look at the time.as I started to drift away back into dream land , there was a knock on my room door.

I honestly could never be left alone in this house.

"AMANI"
My mother loudly shouted through my bedroom door.

Oh my God!! Isn't there other kids in this house she could bother right now other than me?

"AMANI!! WAKE UP....you'll be late for your first day of college !"
"I'm up mom."

Damnnnn I forgot.

Before I begin...let me tell you a little about me. My name is Amani Mariah Mc'Donald. (Ahh-man-ee)
I'm 17 years old. I like to draw but I don't show many people because I feel as though it's not that good. So,it's more of a hidden talent. I grew up with my mom,my three brothers and my sister. Growing I've never really had a lavish life.  I never had a father figure to look up too. For all my accomplishments in life so far, I have my mother to thank for them.well that's enough about me for now.... back to reality.

I jumped out of bed and started to stretch in front of my huge mirror on the wall.

Damn I look horrible.

My dark chocolate hair was everywhere.my eyes for some reason tend to look  swollen when I wake up,i have no idea why. My back still aches from the springs in my old mattress that continuously tortures my sleep.I've been nagging my mom to buy me a new one instead of giving me my sisters old "hand me down" bed.
That's the problem with having numerous siblings,
Everything is handed down to you rather than bought new from the store, and with my mothers minimum wage it made it extra hard for us to get things brand new.
From the clothes and shoes I wear ,to the books and bags  that I carry to school,....you'd be surprised to see the things that are handed down no matter what condition it's in...I could hear my mothers voice right now saying " you'll find a way to make it work ."

Ringggggggg ringggggggg ringgggggggg

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my much hated alarm clock again.this time I accidentally looked at the time it was 7:30 already and I haven't even took a shower.

I made my way to the bathroom but as usual it was in use,and that's another problem with living in a small house with a lot of people.
To my relief the door was opening up and for a minute I thought my morning had just gotten better but here comes my big brother rachad.
"I was waiting here before you" he said
"No you were not!there was no one standing here ." I said back sternly
"Well who cares? I'm older so I get to say what happens around here..understood?"

I had no choice but to listen to him...he's way taller than my 5'6 figure and much more stronger,so there's no point in putting up a fight. Instead of standing up by the bathroom door, I decided to just go and pack my bag which as you know is also a "hand me down" from my eldest sister Camille.
All my life I've been living in poverty due to my mothers desire to have a million and one children

Thanks a lot mom! You made my life soooo much easier.

I waited on my turn to get in the bathroom.
Until I saw my brothers brown skin in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.i still don't understand how girls find him as attractive.
It took a minute until I realized he was out the bathroom and I could've been in the shower about 5 minutes ago.

Wow.....just WOW!!

I started to undress out of my night wardrobe and hopped in the tub.

At this time I let the shower run through my long natural hair. It gave me time to realize that I was finally going to college.the thought of it made me feel  a little scared even though it's always been my dream . My years in school I've worked very hard to get where I am and now I am proud to say I earned a $50,000 dollar scholarship to west ridge park university,one of the best schools around here.