𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅*𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

The boys sat at the island talking with each other as I made breakfast. After Seth and I ate, we so happen to have fallen asleep. I woke up extremely early and didn't have anything to do so I made my way to the kitchen, but on my way there I bumped into Junior. On days like this I would usually wake up early and go out on the street to sell, but since I no longer do that anymore I decided to make breakfast with the little help of Junior but as soon as his uncles walked in he forgot all about helping me and went over to them so he could talk. I didn't mind though because I no longer had to watch him make sure he wasn't doing something he wasn't supposed to do.

I finished up the eggs and placed them on a plate before bringing it over to the boys with the bacon and waffles. Their conversation abruptly stopped, and all four of them began to reach for the food.

"Aht, aht, aht, what do y'all say?" I asked them.

"Thank you!" They said before returning back to trying to grab their food.

I rolled my eyes from their horrible table manners and went back over to the counter to grab my plate and coffee. I sat down next to Junior and listened as the guys talked about nonsense, occasionally butting in or helping Junior cut his food.

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss my quiet mornings, but this was a pleasant change. It was good to interact with other people and laugh, to feel like family in sense. It was a foreign feeling that I've never really gotten the chance to feel before and it was felt great.

Since I could remember my parents have been drug addicts. Our house was the number one spot for all of my parent's drug head friends to come shoot up. Parties were thrown every other day and cops were called every other week. In school, I was known as the girl with crackhead parents. I was bullied relentlessly and fought more times than I could remember. I went hungry most night as was constantly worrying about if we were going to be put out on the streets or not. The only person I had was my older sister Kendra, but even then I still felt alone.