Do You have siblings ? Or should I say Do You want mine ? Because I wish I never had one. He's the dear son of my shitty father who played with my mom's heart just because he was bored. I am a 17 years old French boy named Kijani Ngoy (but You can c...
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KIJANI
🎶Bad Habit - Steve Lacy 🎶
" Kijah wake up! "
My mom entered my room and opened the shutters.
" Today is the day. ", she said cheerfully.
" Please stop mom ! I'm already so pissed to go there. I couldn't even sleep. ", I replied, burying my face in my pillow.
She sat on my bed.
" Look, I know this is difficult for You b- ".
I stopped her right away.
" Oh really ? Then let me stay here for the summer. "
She remained silent. I knew it. I just got out of my bed without saying a word.
After a quick shower, I put on a simple grey shirt with a pajama pants and I went to have breakfast. My mom cooked for at least 6 people. What is going on ? I went to see her. She was near the front door.
" Mom ! Why did You cook So much ? Even for me It's too much. ", I complained.
" Oh really ? I thought You could finish it. ", She said while laughing at me.
" Seriously ? "
I was already pissed So I did not have that much patience. I wanted to argue with her when she received a text on her phone. When she read it, she smiled automatically and looked at me.
" What ? Who was it ? ", I asked curiously.
#🎶I had barely approached her to read her text when she opened the door suddenly.
" SURRRPRISEEEE ", yelled a group of people that I recognized right away.
" What the heck ! You scared the hell out of me ! ", I shouted.
" That was the plan You idiot ! ", said a beautiful Black girl with long braids.
She entered our appartement and jumped on me for a hug. I received her with the same enthusiasm. Her name was Léonie Joseph. She is a French Caribbean girl who knows everything about me.
" What are You doing here ? ", I asked.
" You thought You can just go without us knowing ? ", said my favorite Asian man.
He entered the appartement with the two remaining people .
" Move ! ", he told Léonie before pushing her aside to give me a hug.
The guy hugging me is Cédric Tran, a French and Vietnamese boy who can read me like an open book. I have known him and Léonie since kindergarden. They are like my brother and sister.
" A hug ? without me ? ", complained a boy with dark Brown hair in the back before he jumped on us.
" Come on Dorian ! We almost fell on the floor ! ", Cédric scolded him.
