Clique Tight

Another Year.

Aubrie on left. Tylar on right.

Tylar

"Get yo black ass up!" My sister Aubrie yelled as she banged on my room door in attempt to wake me.

I groaned. Not because of Aubrie's rude ass, but because of the simple fact that I had to wake up. And the fact that I had to wake up for school pissed me off even more.

I was staring at the ceiling with one leg under the covers and one on top, thinking about the upcoming school year that was about to take place in 1 hour. I closed my eyes still thinking, which eventually turned into a light snore.

"Tylar! I know you heard your sister. I suggest you get the hell up!"

I let out a deep, annoyed sigh and covered my ears with my pillow trying to block out my mother's rambling.

"So fucking annoying." I thought out loud.

Seconds later my door swung open hitting the wall behind it. The unwelcome sight of the hall light and my sister invaded my room as I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the light.

"Come on Ty. It's our first day of junior year. We grown." Aubrie stated.

Aubrie and I attended Carver High School, here in West Palm Beach, Florida. It was a very diverse school and kids from all ethnic backgrounds that went there. Daddy enrolled us there cause "being around a bunch of ignorant niggas all day is bad for our health' in his mind.

It was a fair share of black and biracial kids that went to my school. But not as many as our old school on the East side of town. Liberty High School. It's like nigga central over there.

"I'm coming Aubrie damn. You gonna ask daddy about the cars today?" I asked hopefully.

"Hell no bitch, that's your job." She retorted.

I rolled my eyes at her. Aubrie and I have been trying to get our own cars since our 16th birthday last year. We didn't have our license then, but we sure do now!

"You the oldest anyways, so chop chop."

I laughed as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed. I looked up and my sister was still there, waiting on my next move.

Aubrie stood about 5'6 with a small waist and a flat toned stomach. She weighed about 140 and has no plans of gaining in her words. She was brownskin and had Malaysian weave that reached the middle of her back. She had brown eyes, dimples, and real smooth skin. She was what you call slim thick.

She looked just like our mom.

I admire Aubrie's beauty all the time. Even though I'm the oldest by 20 minutes, I often find myself confiding in Aubrie for everything.

Aubrie and I were twins. I was a more lighter complexion. I had loose curls that fell past my shoulders. I was 5'5 and 140 as well. I pretty much had the same body structure as Aubrie. Other than that we look nothing alike. Aubrie got all our mom's genes and I got all our dad's.

We were one of the rare cases. Besides our noses and our body structure, you couldn't see the resemblance. Nevertheless that's my full, blood, twin sister.

We weren't mixed with none of the foreign shit females try to claim these days. The only thing we mixed with is black and more black.

After 15 minutes of me doing nothing. I finally got up and started my day. I showered, brushed teeth and washed my face.

For the first day I decided to keep cute but simple. I wore a white cropped tank with a peach cardigan. I paired it with ripped demin jeans and peach sandals. I wore my hair half up half and made sure to lay down every piece of baby hair my brush

would grab.

I don't really wear make up like that. Who has time for that shit?

I walked downstairs and waited for Aubrie to come. Funny how she rushing me but she been in the bathroom wanding her hair for 20 damn minutes.

I have an idea where I'm going with this store. I have a storyline but detail is everything. There are going to be a few more introductions for main characters. I will try my best to describe all characters because vivid imagery is everything! Bear with me :) -theNorthface.