Treacherous(Emison)

Chapter 124

i walked over to her and gently shook her.

she opened her eyes and i smiled lightly.

i signed to her, "ready for your first day back?"

we home schooled her for the past 2 months.

she was nervous to go back and we understood that.

she nodded and stood up.

she started reading lips well too so she is starting to get the hang of it.

i am just nervous that she will get bullied and made fun of.

i don't want that for her.

and i want her to be able to learn well.

that she understands the teachers.

she giggled and i turned to look at her.

i smiled at her cute plaid dress and black tights under.

"adorable." i said clearly and she smiled.

i kissed the top of her head and lead her to her make up table.

she sat down and i took the brush.

i started raking through her hair, ridding of knots and she smiled at me while putting on her own make up.

i said she's too young, she says no.

she won.

i grabbed a black flower headband and put it on her head and she smiled.

i led her downstairs and i said, "guys i need to go soon. don't miss your bus okay? ma is already gone so i can't drive any of you." i said and they nodded.

"okay. bye mom." elijah and tori said.

"say goodbye to olivia." i said as olivia munched on waffles.

they bid their goodbyes and i led olivia outside, her plain waffle in her hand.

i drove her to school and sighed, "i love you." i said to her and she nodded.

"i love you too mama." she signed to me and i smiled, kissing her forehead.

i drove away after making sure she made it in and i drove to the store.

i saw a teenage ginger awaiting me and i laughed, "what the hell does my bratty little sister want." i said.

she gasped, "alison that almost hurt me."

i rolled my eyes and she smiled.

"hey lil' sis." i said and hugged her.

my 16 year old sister was in a crop top and high waisted jeans.

"hey, i like your outfit char. did it come with a pole?"

she dropped her jaw and quinn came out from the back, cracking up, "i like that one."

i smirked and charlotte smacked my arm, "i hate you."

"hey it's not my fault my sister dresses like a slut."

she laughed and so did i.

"speaking of sluts. where's hanna?"

hanna pov

"mother fucker!" i screamed as i couldn't fit my fucking shirt over my stomach.

i pouted and slumped on the bed and cece came in.

"you good?"

i shook my head, "no."

she chuckled, "what's wrong hanna banana?"