Tahlia's P.O.V
Bam,Bam,Bam,Bam.
"Lia get up right this instance " I hear a voice say, "Your gonna be late for your very first day at school. You weren't tardy in Jamaica and you most definitely won't be here."
All of a sudden the door's open, my duvet is ripped off my body and before I could even argue about it, my body is met with ice cold water.
What the fu*k? Is there actual ice in this sh*t? Does she want me to die from some sh*t a*s illness or something.
"What the hell mommy? yuh crazy or something close to that? 'cuz you were getting there in Jamaica" my accent heavy due to me just waking up.
BTW I know its not smart to say such things to mommy but damn that water was cold.
"Who yaa talk to little miss?(Who are you talking to?) Not because yu deh (you are) in America means I can't slap those teeth from your mouth. All of a sudden because yu birthday a come yu think yu a big woman." (All of a sudden your acting like an adult because your birthday is coming)
And there it is.......... the famous line of the century.
"because .........anything........ yuh think you a big woman."
As long as you start high school in Jamaica and you answer your parents a certain way that's a line you'll get or close to it mostly if your a girl. Sigh."Mommy please don't start with that." Saying this I glanced at my phone. Shit. I'm going to be late.
When I looked up Mom was gone.
I sat on the not-so-much wet side of the bed and thought of what I was going to wear on my very first day of Great Hill High School about a 30 mins drive from here and about an hour and 10 mins to walk. Right now the time is 7:27 a.m. and school starts at 8:15 a.m. so do that maths and tell me by how much minutes I'll be late."Lia if I come up these stairs and I don't here the shower we will have problem in this house."
"Carmen leave the child alone. Let her get ready and come for her gift and go to school. You need to give the girl a break." My step-dad Ethan says.
Did I just hear right? He must've bought me a new phone. I love him so much. I hope it's a good brand.
After taking a record time time bath and brushing my teeth I went to the hardest part. My hair. I had thick curly hair not like some African-American type of kinky naa. Jamaican curly hair. It was really thick but if you flat ironed it you'd be surprised at the length. It reaches my shoulder. But seeing that I'm late I'll just put some Contu in and do my edges. I had decided on a off the shoulder pink crop top nd a high waist blue ripped jeans (not too ripped, its against school rules) with my pink J's.
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