Lucky

Resistant

The alarm at 5:05 sharp rang through my house on the speakers plugged into the walls. I swear I could hear Jasmine sigh from her room and she was on the second floor of the house, my room was on the first. I had an early meeting with my management. It had been about four years since I had been on tour and I desperately wanted to go. Nothing was going to stop me. We've already booked venues we just need to get everything else up to date. After thinking about all this I got up and popped myself into the shower. My lavender soap awoke me. So did the cold water that hit my body so harshly. I got a black tee that read, NEVER FORGET TO SAY THANK YOU. On and some ripped jeans that hugged my legs tightly.

My hair was slick back into a nice ponytail and I walked into the kitchen and saw that there was homemade french toast sticks with strawberries and homemade pancakes with blueberries and most importantly there was bacon. My mouth watered at the sight. And I immediately ran to grab a seat at the table I picked a fork and a knife and began to pick out which food I was going to eat. 2 Pancakes, 5 French Toast Sticks, and six pieces of bacon. The food was so good. It only took my thirty minutes to finish. As I began to move my dish to the sink I started to wonder, who could've cooked all this. It definitely wasn't me. I couldn't cook for my life. And Jasmine didn't even fully understand how to use a microwave. I didn't let that guy at Shawn's start work till next week, And my mom was back in Houston.

I began to believe this was all I trap. I might've consumed food poisoning. Maybe they want to kidnap me and take all my food for themselves. Oh and they might take Jasmine. They'd probably return her ass though. She talk too much for her own good.

"HELLO!" I screamed out hoping someone would answer.

"IF YOU A GHOST, YOU WELCOME TO STAY! YOU MAKE SOME BOMB ASS FOOD!"

"He ain't no ghost momma!" I heard Jasmines voice fill the room and I looked her up and down. She had a black tee shirt on and some black leggings with her Nike Air Force 1's on her little feet.

She had gotten used to our routine, early mornings and she had thirty minutes to get everything ready. I didn't need to change her or anything I just picked out her outfits and she bathed herself and got dressed. I had to do her hair but every now and then she was capable of putting it in a high bun. Her short curls fell right above her shoulder. Both Mine and Her fathers side of the family had amazing hair so she's lucky. At the moment her hair was falling down.

" Who did this then?" I asked her before pulling a hair tie off of my wrist and walking behind her.

" It was him." She said without pointing anywhere.

"Who's him?" I pulled her hair back into a pony tail. Then turning her body around so she could face me.

"You know Mr. Nice-

"Shawn? How'd he get into our house? Where is he?"

" He went to the restroom and I told him our gate password-

"Jasmine Ealy! How could you, let someone in our house you just met?"

"Well he called the house phone mom. What did you want me to do, tell him to go home?"

"Attitude." I reminded her in a warning tone.

"Hospitality." She mocked my voice.

"Are you two talking about me?" The source of all my problems wearing all black except a gold chain that swung on his neck.

"Mr. Nice Man!" Jasmine ran over to hug him.

" Hey lil mama." He scooped her up and twirled her in the air smiles wide and appeared on their faces. Opposite of mine, my lips into a thin straight line and my eyes glaring at them. Shawn noticed and put Jazz down and she walked back over to me.