We all wear stripes

Parents

2 months later...

"Im so happy to have my hair back I'm gonna be looking like you if I keep up." Pairs said lining his hair.

"Oh hush you could never pull my fro off."I said twirling almost falling.

"I mean, Amazon does exist." He shrugged. He put up his clippers and threw away his mess.

"I ha- I can't stand you." I said muffing his head. Then I plopped on the couch.

"I think the strawberry muffins done." He said. I shot up fast and ran to the oven. My brother could cook.
My favorite breakfast desert was his blueberry and strawberry muffins.

Since we live in a small cheap apartment we pay for things we need but also saving for his restaurant. After he finished college for dance and cooking he had to work at some raggedy grill down the street to help take care of me.

That's when I decided to online school I graduated high school and am now in college online college for general, because unlike my brother I didn't have big dreams he told me that was silly because I'm the best activist he knows.

I have been over 75 news papers and on the tv a bunch since eleven years old. For protesting but a career in it i don't think so, it's just a natural thing to do for me not a career.

"Alright you better not burn yourself trying to be greedy, remember they don't have legs and they can't run!"

"Yeah, Yeah." I said with my mouth drooling I reached in to touch the pan forgetting I did need a glove first. "Shit!" I hissed quietly.

I got the gloves and pulled them out.
My hand still hurt so I wasn't even as thirsty anymore.

I waited five minutes and pulled one out. Before I could even take a bite

"Trin Somebody at the door! Can you get it?"

"Yeah." I said grabbing my muffin taking a bite.

I walked to the door and the knock got louder I looked the door up and down for a second.

"You better chill on my door." I said unlocking my door.

"Sh- I should've kept it locked."

My parents walked right in. They examined the house.

Checking for dust. But sorry to hurt their feelings nothing was even "dirty.".

I plopped on the couch not giving them any contact and Paris walked in.

"Oh shit, what's up?"Paris said. Paris never cussed he said damn a lot, and pissed didn't count because the church would say it. Paris just didn't like how dirty cursing was so you could just image how many slaps he gave me for doing it.

"Profanity? Really. And "Whats up?" we're your damn parents. Paris." My mom said.

"mm." I said. Yes they are parents but they stopped filling that roll at least for us when I was 9 and Paris was 11.

"We raised you all the way to 14 and 16." My dad said i mean we lived with them but we had jobs and got everything we needed ourselves.