"Annie! Come here right now!", My mother said in her thick Louisiana accent. My mom was was a short lady. She kept her hair cut short, she had a big ole booty, with thick thighs, and hips to match it. Her lips were pink, and she kept them drowned in lip gloss. I was a splitting image of her, but I was darkskin with brown lips.
"Yes ma?", I said as I came down the marble staircase in our house.
"Why my sink full of dishes? Whew lawd, y'all gon' 'preciate me when I'm dead.", she said as she threw her hands up in the air in disbelief.
"Ma, I did wash dishes. Bernie came in here with her friends and they messed up the dishes.", I said truthfully as I sat on a bar stool with my phone in hand.
"Why do you always lie on your sister? I told you being jealous, won't get you anywhere in this world.", she said as she turned on hot water, and put dishsoap in the sink.
I sighed and continued to view people's stories on snap. It was a party going on that night. I was invited, but mama said no.
"Berthie, come here right quick.", my sister Bernie said as she called my name from upstairs. My name was Bertha Abbot but everybody called me Berthie, Annie, Thickbaby, or Mae.
I hesitated going upstairs to her room, because I knew she had friends over, and they were always kind of rude to me. I got up from the bar stool and walked up to my sister's room.
"Y-Yes?", I said as I peeked my head through the door.
I didn't know that this exact moment would probably change my life.
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Teen FictionPromises made, secrets kept. I wonder if they can keep their dirty little secret.
