"What's going on Maverick?" she asked through gloss covered eyes. I huffed. I hated the position I was in. I would have to force her to take the oath of Omertà because that's the only way I'd be able to tell her everything.
"You are sworn by Omertà...
"Wake up Alayah!" my dad yelled out to me, only a distant sound in my rather fond dream. I mumbled "I'm up," and without missing a beat he yelled again this time jolting me up from my sleep.
Deciding that I shouldn't go back to sleep I got up and walked to my bathroom.
My dad and I live in the suburbs of Chicago. My dad works at Golden Oak University as an English professor. He makes enough money to give us a comfortable lifestyle. He doesn't make enough for both of us to have a car so I usually catch a ride with my friends.
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my ghastly appearance. Acne had begun to appear on my dark brown skin and my hair was still in twists. I'm 5'6, meaning I'm quite short compared to my friends. I'm also a bit curvier, with 'C' cup breasts, a small waist, and a bigger butt than most and thighs to match. I observed the many faded stretch marks adorning my body before I got in the shower.
Once I got out, I did my usual skincare routine, put on my school uniform, which consisted of blue jeans and my school polo, and styled my hair into a sleek high bun. I walked out of my room towards the kitchen where I found my dad reading the newspaper and sipping his coffee.
Once I entered the room he looked up from the paper. "Good morning," he said before returning his attention back to his paper.
"Good morning Dad," I said while walking over to the cabinet to grab some cereal.
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It wasn't always just me and my dad. I have an older brother but we don't hear much from him after he joined the Marines. My mom died when I was 8 and when Jacoby was 16. She was robbed at gunpoint and killed in an alleyway on her way home from work.
The day she died was also the day we all lost a part of ourselves and we'd never be the same. It was hard for me and my father because he was basically a single parent and was raising someone of the opposite sex and I didn't really have anyone to talk about my problems with. But we made a way through it and we became an almost dynamic duo.
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