A black mercedez pulled up in front of a beautiful apartment in Nok street.
"Finally, we're here, Everyone down we got luggages to unpack" a deep male voice said in a black Canadian accent.
"Oh!!, this place is the worst" I said angrily. "You just got here" Jeremiah said angrily looking at me.
"You just got here" I mimicked jokingly. "If you really hate this place so much why not move back to Canada chicken head" he said to calm his nerves. "Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh" I sang.
Will you all stop with this bickering" Mom yelled out almost as if her voice would explode the car. "He started it" I said pointing fingers. "So help me God just one slip off and y'all are heading straight to grandma Jojo's house" She threatened.
"Oh! No not grandma Jojo's" Jeremiah said. "She's nice and all but she's a cat lady" I said.
"Please mom we cannot go there" we both pleaded.
"Better get your attitudes right" Mom said with a smile of victory.
"We are not getting any younger, the luggages need to be moved now" Dad said already outside.
"Jordan are you listening to your dad" mom asked Jordan who seemed lost to the music he was vibing on with his headset.
" Jordan!" She yelled giving him a good smack. "Yo mum what's up " he asked startled.
" Luggage --- movee----- inside " mom said in her weird way. " Okay got you mom" he moves down.
" Now the rest of you down, even you ken" she said In a serious tone. " Mom am so tired" Ken said after zoning out for long. "you' ll rest after we're done moving the luggage" She said quickly as she was already carrying a cartoon box.
Typical Black Mom.
Now you must be wondering who I am. Let's get my story straight.
* My name is Jessica Smith, am called Jessie. A sixteen years old yet to figure out her life. These are my people, you'veet them . We've got Dad, Mom, Jordan, urgh! Jeremiah and sweet Ken. Life has always been good in Canada, Greenville that's where I lived untill dad decided we moved to America. He lost his job but found another one here thank God.
I miss Greenville so much, there I made sweet memories, had great friends, was loved by my teachers but now it's all changed. An stuck here with urgh! Jeremiah. I have no privacy at all.*
THREE HOURS LATER.....
All the luggages has been moved in, the entire house had d
Gone to thorough cleaning. We all sat in the dining room, exhausted from all the hard work waiting for dad's next move.
" Honey where are the kids going to be going be sleeping in" she took it straight from my mind.
" That's right, I almost forgot" he said breathing rapidly like one who ran in an Olympics.
"Jordan you'll get the first room behind the laundry room" he said pointing far.
"Sweet! Privacy!" Jordan screams in joy.
"You know you're almost eighteen and you deserve your privacy " dad continued.
" Dad I turned nineteen last month " Jordan said disappointed at dad.
" Yikes!!, ok Jeremiah and Ken you both are young boys almost ready to face the world. You both get to bunk in the room next to Jordan's " he said avoiding their glance.
" Common dad don't I get my own privacy " Jeremiah protested politely.
" We only have few rooms and Jessie is not sharing with any of you neither is your mom and I" dad said
" Thanks dad " Ken replied. " See can't you be like Ken" he asked Jeremiah
" Urgh!, show-off" he murmured underneath his breath.
" Aww, I get my own room" I said rubbing it in Jeremiah's face. " Jessie you get the last room, you're a young lady and indeed you need your privacy " dad continued