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Janet

I finish up adjusting my head scarf around my head making sure my braids was in the right place.
I huffed slouching my shoulders its definitely time to take these braids out.
I reached over and grabbed my duffel bag that had my gym clothes inside and my book bag.
I checked myself in the mirror one last time making sure my edges were staying slick and not puffing up and with that I head out my room and downstairs into the kitchen.
I didn't even bother going in Michaels room telling him good morning like I usually do cause I was still mad at him and when we're mad at each other we stay away from each other. Only for safety reasons.
When I get to the kitchen I immediately stopped at the doorway with a disgusted look on my face as I watched Onika cooking breakfast.

Oh nuh-uh

I cleared my throat as her head shot up at me.
She gave me a warm smile,
"Morning Janet."

"So I'm guessing you stayed." I said annoyed.

Onika smile faded as she raised her eyebrow at my tone.

"Yes. And I will be for a while." She said.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to her,
"Cut the bullshit, what you want?" I said lowly.

She cocked her head,
"Ain't no bullshit little girl so it's best if you stay in your place cause you don't know anything about me or your brother."

I folded my arms,
"I've been in my place. I'm just warning you sis, that better be a Jackson in there or I will rip the silicone out your fake ass that my brother also paid for since I don't know anything." I threatened nicely grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

Ugh I'm so pissed at him for this.
Michael always fall for the low class ghetto bitches.

She just lucky I'm bout to be late for school but when I get out me and Michael is gonna have to talk.

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Beyoncé