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Abella Mobisson has been around boxing most of her life. Her father was a professional boxer turned boxing coach & owned a gym where she spent much of her pass time while growing up.
After the death of her father...
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It's 8 o'clock in the morning in East Texas at Abella's home. She's been up since 6 in the morning trying to make sure everything that needs to be done before people get here for the 4th of July celebration. She had to make sure the house is cleaned, the decorations are up, her pool is clean, the lawn is pristine, the fireworks are here and ready, and the food is prepped and ready to be cooked.
After letting her Uncle, who happens to own a barbecue and soul food catering business into her house, she makes her way up the stairs. She goes to the master bedroom stopping in front of a mirror to see her hair all over the place.
And this is exactly why she rarely wears her real hair out. She doesn't know what to do with it when it comes to styling it. After cutting it she feels like it's at that awkward stage. Like always she uses a clip to pin it up. After that fight with Rejoice she decided to take her braids down. Rejoice definitely ripped out some of her hair, but that's a sacrifice she was willing to take.
She's glad Rejoice won't be coming tonight seeing as she didn't get an invite. All family and friends are welcome except her. It's in her best interest to stay far away from Abella or it'll be the same outcome every time.. fists being thrown.
She grabs her phone, camcorder, and Polaroid camera then makes her way down the upstairs hallway. She knocks on the door of one of the guest bedrooms and when she hears the word she enters.
"You done?" She asks once entering making Anthony turn around.
"No, I have one more." She chuckles at the facial expression he wears. She asked him if he could do her a favor and hang up a couple pictures for her. When he said yes he didn't know how long it would take.
"Oh, then you're almost done," she waves it off nonchalantly walking towards him. "You want breakfast?" She asks putting the stuff in her hand on the bed. She looks at the pictures making sure they're perfectly straight. Nothing gives her more anxiety than anything not being straight or symmetrical.
