Hopeless

Hopeless Chapter 1 ¤

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6 a.m

Chicago, Illinois

December 2nd, 2013

Kendall P.O.V (In MM)

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I groaned as the squeaking sound of my alarm clock blasted throughout the room. I really didn't want to get up. Especially not today. I peaked my head up to look around the room. Still as messy as ever. I reached iver to my dresser to stop the whining alarm.

I lazily got up from my bed and over to the bathroom. I'm surprised no one came up here and bothered me yet. My Burgundy painted toes dragged across the tiled floor of the bathroom that was in my room. I turned the knob of the faucet and put water and tooth paste to my tooth brush. I scrubbed my mouth then stripped my self from clothed. My feet came in contact with the warm rug that laid in front of the shower. I turned the water on and waited for it to get steaming hot. Just the way i liked it.

When i finished washing with my chocolate scented body wash and matching shampoo, i wrapped a towel around my body. I dried my feet onto the warm rug and walked back to my room. Now the hard part. What am i gonna wear?

Finally i decided on an outfit. I lotioned my body with baby lotion and blow dryed my hair. I slipped on my thick black tights that made me warm. The weather was very cold so i didn't wanna freeze. I then put on 2 camisoles. One green and one blue, also for warmth. Next was a Burgundy thick knit sweater that came to my knee's. I looked the matching Burgundy Doc Martin's that laid somewhere in my room. I finally found the right one in the middle of the floor and the other under my bed. I laced them all the way up and tied them.

My thick jet black hair was poofy since it got wet. I didn't have that perfect hair that curled up when it got wet all beautifully. My hair turned horrible. I brushed it out with one of my huge Forever 21 : Love & Beauty brushes until it got soft. I grabbed a black 'Trill' beanie and pushed it on my head.

For accessories i put in diamond stud earrings with a spike at the back, heavy brown and crystal bracelets for each arm. Then 6 gold rings. I slung my all black book bag with white writing that said love in French, on my shoulder. I smeared light pink lip gloss on put one coat of mascara for my eyes. Finally, i was ready. I went to my closet and pulled up the floor board. I grabbed about 300 dollars. I put the floor back in its place then locked the closet door. I grabbed my iPhone from the dresser stand and took it off the charger. I placed my ear buds in the socket then put them in my ears. Turning on J Cole's Born Sinner album.

I skipped down the steps and into the kitchen. My Grandma and Grandpa sat at the table with my younger brother Kyle. Whenever i see him i think of my dad. The dead beat that left me and my mother. I sighed thinking about her. I blinked back my tears and walked over to them.

"Kendall"!

Kyle squealed, his four year old arms clung around my legs. I picked him up and kissed his fat cheek.

"Hey bro".

I gave him a tight squeeze. He was still dressed in his pajama's. This is always how it goes. I dress my brother because, my Grandparents cant. I do most things for him besides buy him things. My Gramps have money for that.

"C'mon lets go get you ready".

I sat my backpack by the door then led Kyle up to his room. It was clean unlike mine. I ran him his bath water and told him to get in. He took his bath and brushed his teeth. I picked him out some undies, a wife beater, and long johns.

"Hmmm you wanna match your big sis today"?

I asked him with a smile on my face.

"Yeah"!

I walked into his closet and pulled out his all black jeans, his Burgundy 'Swag' crew-neck, and Burgundy Jordan Retro 5's. I helped him put it on so that it looked fresh. My baby bro was always fresh anyway. I couldn't have him out here any type of way.

"C'mon lets brush those waves".

I led him to the bathroom again and he stood on a step stool. Whenever we did this i asked him questions. It was routine.

"Who is your mom"?

"Dionne Monae Carter".

He answered in his baby voice.

"You are the son of who"?

"Dionne Monae Carter".

"You live where"?

"South Side, Chicago Illinois".

"And you will never forget...."

I trailed off leaving him to finish.

"Where i came from".

I kissed his cheek and grabbed the jar of vaseline.

"Ughh, i hate that stuff".

He whined. He always hated when i rubbed vaseline on his face.

"Girls dont like boys who crusty Ky".

I reminded him sticking my hand in the jar. I rubbed it all over his face real good. His light skin and smooth hair, you wont even think he black. Hell if it wasn't for my thick hair you wouldn't think I'm black either. All because my lovely mother is straight white. Then my no good father was black. I swear Kyle look like a light skin version of him.

I walked back inside his room and went to his dresser. I picked out his thick gold chain, gold watch, and both diamond earrings.

"All the honeys gone be on you son".

I dapped him up and we walked back downstairs.

"Look at you Kyle! I swear you dress him like he 15"!

Grandma hissed as we walked to the table.

"Love you mama, love you daddy".

I said giving them both a kiss. Kyle did the same and i grabbed my bag. Soon we were out the door. I grabbed Kyle's hand tight and we walked to my black on black Audi that i bought with my money. I been saving since i was 12 for this car. I'm still saving for some reason. I dont even know why. I guess emergencies. We ain't live in the best neighbourhood. Anything can happen.

"Buckle up".

I said looking over at Kyle. Even though he's only 4 i always let him sit in the front seat. He my lil homie. I snatched out my buds and plugged my phone into my car. I scrolled through the music and decided on A$AP Rocky's Fashion Killa.

Me and Kyle nodded to the beat as it blared through the speakers. I pulled up to his school and we got out. I walked him in to his class. All the little girls were looking at him. He gave this one girl a head nod. My bro be pimpin!? Let me find out.

"Aight have a good day lil man".

I gave him a dap and a kiss on the cheek then left. To highschool i go.