ADINA HUMMED AS SHE CHECKED HER OUTFIT FOR LINT, her perfect reflection stared back at her as she puckered her lips to fix her lip liner. the soft tune of r&b traveled threw her mostly pink and purple room, layers of clothing and fabric scattered on the black carpet.
The normal commotion in the medium sized home started to gain some volume basically announcing to adina that everyone was awake now, she could hear her mom complaining about what color to wear today.
Adina softly chuckled and shook her head in the mirror as she fixed her edges somehow already knowing her mother would ask for her advice.
"uncle joe! i know you been in my weed, stop playing with me before you come up missing!" shouted rochelle, who noticed her stash looked tampered with.
"Nigga please! don't nobody want that bullshit you be smoking!" sneered joe repulsively, as if he would ever touch anything out his nasty ass niece room," i rather smoke dina shit, you know she got the ill na na"
