Royal

Chapter 1: Ready, Set, Go...

Chapter 1: Ready, Set, Go...

"So what made you wanna go to regular school?" King, my older brother, asked me as we smacked on our lunch. Mother hates when we eat greasy fast food, but we said it'll be our little secret. It's just another thing my mother wants to control.

I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip from my soda. I had a lot of reasons why I wanted to go to regular school, and none of which anyone would understand. A lot of people think that I'm privileged, and would call me stupid if they'd know, so why bother telling them?

"C'mon, there's gotta be one good reason," King smiled at me from across the booth in Waffle House. A month here in Atlanta, and this is my first time eating here. I guess there's a first time for everything.

"Don't you get tired of everything being handed to you?" I questioned, "Our entire lives we never worked for anything or got a taste of reality, and I'd like to see it for myself,"

King shook his head at me, probably thinking that I'm crazy. He's gone through the home schooling system with me and graduated and went on to college. He now attends Morehouse college and plays football for them, which is one of my mothers other conditions. In order for King to play football for Morehouse, he has to study politics. He's trying his hardest to get attention from the NFL so that he won't have to go into the political field, because he hates it. I just hope that he realizes, he can't continue to please our mother... It'll never work out for him.

"You've always been so...Different... An outcast," King teased, "But I guess that's what I love the most about you,"

I smiled at my brother and went back to eating the grease filled food on my platter. I'm one for food, and I know that school lunches are the only thing I'm not looking forward to. Hopefully they have an open campus and I can get something to eat from a place around the school, because I refuse to eat the nasty lunch the lunch ladies will be serving.

King and I went back to talking about virtually nothing until a girl walked up to our table. Her boobs were poking out of her shirt and her butt was poking out of her shorts. She had a pretty face, but was covering it up with all the make-up she caked on it. Her bob cut black hair was tucked behind her ears showing her deep dimples in her cheeks.

"Hey King," She smiled at my brother while placing her hand on his shoulder.

I almost spit my soda out, thinking that King knows a girl like this. She's completely off the radar, and he would never be allowed to bring a girl like her home if he wants to see next year.

"Wassup," King smiled up at her. You could tell they were more then just friends, and he was looking at her the way I never saw him look at a girl. When my brother was in D.C. with my dad and me, sometimes I'd see him drool over magazines looking at Rihanna, his celebrity crush. But never in a million years would I think he'd pick this girl.

"Where have you been?" The Jane Doe asked continuing her stare. You'd think King was a piece of steak with A1 sauce on him, the way her lips were getting watery.

"I been at football camp, ready to start this season off strong," He cheesed boosting his ego. The boy loved football and could talk about it until the end of time. One time he talked my ears off about one touch down Peyton Manning made and it was by far the worst conversation I've ever had. I dealt with it because it was coming from my brother, but if it was coming from anyone else I would've been changed the subject.