MISTY | 10
I moved my head around then tried to sit up in bed. I looked around the room and saw Killa getting dressed. I scratched my head and yawned as he pulled on his pants.
"Where you going?" I asked him as I watched him pulled on a white tee.
"You look rough." He told me and I rolled my eyes, nigga wanna start early inna morning.
"Where you going for real?" I asked him as he walked over to me.
"I gotta go handle some, imma be back." He told me and grabbed my neck and pulled me up to him for a kiss.
"Bring back some to eat, a hash brown, some grits, bacon, and eggs from Waffle House." I told him and he nodded his head.
He opened his door and was met with a sleep Manhattan rubbing her eyes, sleepily.
"Daddy, where are woo going?" She asked with her stuffed pony in hand.
"Imma be back, go lay down with Misty." He told her and put her down and guided her to me.
She walked over to me and I picked her up and laid her beside me. She snuggled into my side and fell asleep right along with me.
*
I rolled my eyes as Chino and Iree kissed each other at the lunch table. Ever since I haven't been answering his calls this nigga wanna go get a another bitch. It's all cool tho, he gone do him regardless and I'm gone do me regardless.
I looked at my phone screen as I received a text from Killa that he was here with my McDonald's. Today we had to prepare for our EOC's and I was just ready to get this shit over with and graduate. I walked out the school and down the steps to see Killa's car.
He had the window rolled down so I reached for my McDonald's bag and waved at Manhattan.
"Hey girl." I said to her and she smiled and waved in return.
I smiled back then backed away from the car pulling my dress down.
"Didn't I tell you not to wear that shit?" Killa asked me and I rolled my eyes.
"Nigga bye." I told him and waved him off and walked into the school.
*
I walked into the house and dropped my book bag by the door and kicked off my Vans. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of Hot Cheetos and a juice then walked into Killa's room to find him rolling up.
He looked up at me then back down at the blunt.
"Well damn, can I get a hey?" I asked and flopped down beside him.
He looked at me from the side then grabbed his lighter and lit up the blunt. He put to his lips and took a drag then exhaled the smoke and put it my way. I backed back with my hands up and my eyes wide.
"You ain't never smoked before?" He asked me laughing and I rolled my eyes, smiling out of embarrassment.
"No, it kills your brain cells, you know." I told and he chuckled.
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MISTY
Teen FictionTHIS IS A COMING OF AGE FICTION, FOR A YOUNGER AGE GROUP! 17-year-old Misty Lashea Collins was a junior in high-school and everything has changed since her 10th grade year. Last year she was hideous, flat chested and didn't have that many friends. S...