"Can you please go grocery shopping for me. The list is on the kitchen table"

I haven't had my car for four hours yet and my mom already has me running errands for her. Not even an hour ago I went to pick up her dry cleaning.

I want to complain but I can't. She pays the insurance and she gave birth to me. I know she'll bring those up if I say no.

I lazily put on my shoes and walked to the kitchen. Laying on the table was a list that came from one side of the table all the way to the other. I picked it up and noticed it was my dad's handwriting.

I don't know who made him in charge of writing the grocery list but they made a mistake. He only puts chips, ice cream, and candy on the list.

"Did you find the list?"

My mom said as she came into the kitchen. I held up the list and showed her exactly what my dad wanted me to buy.

"That's not the real list. Your dad replaced it with his own list" she shook her head and handed me a smaller piece of paper.

"That's not fair"

My dad said from behind the kitchen counter. He's been hiding there ever since I came into the kitchen. I just pretended not to see him.

The fake list explains why he said 'that idiot would never figure it out.' He's right, I had no clue that was a fake list.

"If you don't stop acting like a two year old I'm going to cross off your animal crackers"

He let out a puff of air and walked away stomping his feet. Like I said before he's a kid trapped in a grown man's body. I don't understand why was Silas afraid of him.

He's just a six foot man with big muscles, a sleeve tattoo, and a bat collection. That's nothing to be afraid of.

"Here's the money. If you not buying anything on that list keep your eyes to yourself and mind your business"

I nodded my head and took the money. If I see something I like I'm leaving my dad's crackers and buying it.

"I'm ready to go" Myra said as she came jogging down the stairs.

"Why does she have to go?"

"Because I said so. Myra you better keep your hands in your pockets and keep your eyes straight ahead"

She nodded her head and followed me outside. Myra and I are pretty familiar with my mom's rules. I've been hearing those rules ever since I was two.

Once we arrived to the grocery store I went straight to the junk food isle. I picked up some white Kit Kat and cookies and cream Hershey's. I love me some white chocolate.

I was about to leave the isle when I was meet with a lady in six inch heels, jean shorts and a crop. She looked about fifty six years old.

Girls be wearing heels to grocery stores like where are y'all going? The EBT Awards.

I took a look at the first thing on the list and went to the produce section. After I grabbed the milk, cheese, and bacon I turned around to put them in the cart only to be meet with a missing spot where Myra was.

This is why I don't like bringing her anywhere. She goes wondering around the grocery store like I won't hit her. She must not know I fight kids.

There's only one way to find her.

"Red Robin"

"Yummm"

She said coming from the chips isle. She placed a party sized bag of purple Doritos in the cart along with a bag of Takis.

"Put those chips back, they're not on the list"

"Pay for them or I'll tell dad that you and Silas has been making out almost everyday"

"How do you know that?"

"I didn't know until now"

I watched as a evil smile spread across her face. She held up her phone and showed me that she was recording what I was saying the whole time.

"Why were you recording me?"

"Just in case you don't buy it. I'll delete the recording after I eat all the chips"

When I was her age I didn't even know what a real phone was. I had my mom's old pink flip phone from when she was a kid until I was twelve. It didn't even open.

This girl needs to know the struggles of growing up with strict parents. I remember when I asked my mom for a phone she looked at me and laughed in my face.

When Myra asked them for a phone they took her right to the Apple store and bought her a phone.

"You could have your chips but you taking your bike to school from now on"

I said as I pushed the cart. Someone has to humble her and I know it isn't going to be my parents. She's a  princess to them.

"Mom can I get ice cream"

"No sweetheart, I'm sorry"

"Why can't I fucking get it you bitch"

"Because you can't have too much sweets honey"

"I want it NOWWW"

The little girl said as she stomped her feet. I leaned on the cart patiently waited for her mom to tear that ass up.

"Alright baby you can go get it"

I stared at the mom in disbelief as the five year old girl ran to grab her ice cream. She just sighed and leaned on the cart.

I looked down at Myra who had a smile on her face. She looked up at me and took a deep breathe.

"Can I get ice cream?"

"Try that shit with me and you'll be six feet under. Don't try me Myra, we both know I'm not afraid to catch a case if you disrespect me like that now let's go"

She nodded her head and walked with me. She swear I'm going to let her do whatever she wants. I rather get shot.

After I got all we the things they was on the list we headed home. While we were on the road Myra started going on about how her crush got beat up today.

I wasn't really focused on what she was saying until she said Tristan was the one that beat him up.

She said Tristan had him in a headlock until he told Myra sorry for calling her a cow.

I couldn't help but laugh. Since I can't run a child's feet over with a car I had to let him bullying her be. Thank God Tristan stepped up.

Once we got in the house with the grocery bags my dad came rushing towards us. He grabbed all the bags out of our hands and went through them. After he checked all the bags his head slowly turned to me.

"Where's my animal crackers and my ice cream you were supposed to buy me"

I might as well go get the belt.

The next day

"You can't ignore the alarm clock forever Nevaeh. Get up for school"

I groaned and finally got up. This must the the fifth time I added five mintues to the alarm. I trudged to the bathroom and started on my morning routine.

Once I figure out how to stop being so tired all the time it's over for you bitches.

After I finished taking a shower in boiling hot water I walked in my closet and picked out something simple but cute.

I took out my white tube top, black skirt and my white and black checkered jacket. I paired that with  all white Adidas, a black leather book bag, a gold necklace and my yellow sunglasses.

After the skirt length check I took Myra to school in peace and quiet. She was overly excited to see how messed up her crush was.

I watched as she ran up the stairs and into her school. I don't blame her though, that nine year old sounds like a dick.

I didn't have two feet in the school when Emily and her sand paper scalp crew came up to me. I'm telling you I got fans.

"You need to tell your sister to stay away from my brother"

I stared at her in disbelief as she crosses her hands on her chest. This can't be true. She must be lying.

"So your brother was the one that for dragged by Tristan yesterday?"

I said as I laughed. It's funnier now that I know it was Emily's brother. Being a bitch must run in her family.

"My brother actually liked your sister and I wasn't having it. I had to tell him to insult her because I refuse to let him date your sister"

So he liked her? I don't know what's wrong with this girl, they're just kids. My problems with her has nothing to do with our siblings.

"So you're telling me you're teaching your brother to hate others this early on. You know what let me go get my car. Lay down right in front of my car bitch"

She was laughing like I was joking. Once she saw I didn't have a smile on my face she backed up a little.

"I couldn't have her dating my brother. He needs to find a snack like me"

She said as she flipped her hair. Snack? They're just nine years old.  What is she talking about? Maybe the cum traveled to her head.

"You're not a snack if everyone had a bite, you a free sample"

She was about to answer when a hand wrapped around my waist. I threw the hand off of me once I realised it was Mark.

"Come on baby, you know you want me"

"I don't want you now, I won't want you later, and I won't need you in the future. Leave me the hell alone"

"Whatever, you can't turn a hoe into a housewife anyways"

"And your broke ass can't turn into a home owner"

With that being said I walked into hell. It's too early in the morning to be dealing with those two. I heard footsteps behind me but I ignored it.

The bell rung causing me to groan. I haven't seem Silas, Anthony, or Nova yet. I'm going to die from lack of Silas syndrome.

On my way to class someone placed their hand over my mouth and pulled me into the janitors closet. I tried to fight them but they pinned me up against the wall.

Someone please come help me.