Book #3
Sometimes meting new people can have an amazing outcome. Sometimes meeting new people can bring a traumatic toll on your life. Can one person change your life for good or will it just be temporary?
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"Bitch get out of my damn room! And stop taking my shit!" I yelled at my younger sister, Alani , who was always taking my stuff.
"Shut the hell up. Your annoying ass always got some shit to say. That's why mom and dad don't like your ass now." She said sternly while slamming my door. I sunk into my bed and what she said repeatedly went through my head over and over again.
I've never been the type to speak my mind or say whatever I was feeling so I was better known ass the quite child of this house, but more like the black sheep. I felt my phone buzz then looked at it. Xena 🤣😍😍 iMessage (2). I didn't even bother to unlock my phone to see what she was on right now. I just put it back on the side dresser. Nine times out of ten she would be walking up the street sometime soon to bring her ass over here. I still think it's gay that we all stay up the street, around the corner, or across the street from each other.
I got out of bed because I was hungry as hell, and took my happy ass to the kitchen. This was a four story house so I took the elevator rather than walking down all them damn stairs.
When I got off the elevator I saw all 12 off my brothers friends sitting there and I just mentally rolled my eyes.
"Where Lunden and Ashton at?"
"In the kitchen rolling up." One of They friends said and I walked to the kitchen.
"ADALINA!" I heard Xena loud ass yell from the front door and it closed. I was fixing me a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch not caring about whatever she gotta say.
"I know you heard me call you bitch." Xena said while smacking my ass.
"Clearly I didn't care."
"Did you get my text?"
"Yeah..... I ignored it. Y'all know dad gone beat y'all ass for smoking in his kitchen right?" I asked turning my attention to the boys.
"Dad can su- wassup dad." Ashton said making me laugh while he tried to hide the blunt.
"Don't wassup dad me, why the fuck you smoking in my kitchen? Better yet my house?" He asked sternly.
"And why you got all these little niggas in my house?" My mom asked while standing next to him.
"I-I-I Uh shit um."
"You already know wassup, you too Lunden." They both stood up and my dad punched them dead in they chest. I ended up jumping and dropping my bowl of cereal and the glass broke.
"I'm sorry." I said instantly as my dad turned around.
"Lina."
"Yes daddy?" I asked still standing in the same position.
"Why you jumping and shit? I would never put my hands on you princess."
"Oh?" I walked around the glass and went to the closet to grab the broom. I started cleaning the glass up and everybody was staring at me.
