Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“I’m not yelling at you, ma petite soeur, I was just getting your attention.”
“You’re dropping me off today?” she asks as she wraps the straps of her sandals up her calf. It’s close to the end of the school year, and she doesn’t have to wear her uniform to school for the last two weeks. She goes to a public school, but they implemented uniforms two years ago when one of the girls thought a miniskirt and no underwear was appropriate to wear to class. It was an extra expense I didn’t need at the time, but it saved me two years' worth of back-to-school name-brand clothes from the mall.
“Yes. Alisha had an early class.” Since we’re legacies at LSU, she was able to get a scholarship. She’s studying childhood education so that she can be a teacher. Both of our parents and I graduated from there. Tasha, Marsha, and Alisha currently attend. I assume Marla will also go there if she’s even going to college. All she thinks about is fashion and going to Hollywood. I might be selfish, but I hope she changes her mind. I don’t want her to go that far away, though I know it’s a natural part of growing up. I hate to admit this, but she’s my favorite sister. She needed me the most as she was growing up.
“Great, thank you. Let’s go, though. I want to get a beignet on the way, if that’s okay.”
“Of course. I could use another cup of coffee,” I tell her as we leave the house and lock the door behind us.
Now that my sisters are either grown or practically grown, I’ve been thinking more and more about settling down. The last date I went on was the homecoming dance during my senior year in high school. I was the fullback on the football team. My date was a little bitch, though. She ruined my night as well as most of my friend's nights. She had been fucking the principal of the school for almost four years, so definitely back when she was underage. She found herself pregnant and was looking to dupe any guy in the senior class to fuck her so she could pass the baby off as his. I turned her down flat because I wasn’t losing my virginity to her. No way in hell. She got pissed and proceed to proposition everyone around us. When no one took the bait, she freaked the fuck out and told on herself and Principal Smithers. He was a young principal, maybe thirty at the time. Old enough to know better, though, they both were. It was sad but hilarious. Last I heard, they got married, him not even knowing she was pregnant until that night. I eventually got rid of that pesky virginity in college, and I’ve had a few girlfriends since then, but nothing serious. None of them wanted anything to do with my raising five sisters. Good riddance.
After leaving the famous Beignet bakery, I drive to Marla’s school and park in front of it. “Alisha will pick you up after band practice. Have a good day, ma petite soeur,” I tell her.
“You could just call me Marla, ya know?” she says as she leans over to kiss my cheek.
“I could, but I won’t,” I reply, chuckling. She laughs, grabs her bag, her coffee, and her bag of beignets, and gets out, slamming the door behind her.
I’m still chuckling as I drive away. I could definitely stand to raise a couple more kids with the woman of my dreams beside me.
Whoever she is.
Chapter Two
Belle Fisher
Growing up, I had the best examples of everything. Love, family, and work ethic. My parents, Kellen and Annika, were neighbors growing up in our tiny town, Pine Grove, a few minutes outside of Baton Rouge. They fell in love with each other years before they made it known. My aunt and uncle Clyde and Kerry also provided the best examples. My mom and Uncle Clyde are brother and sister, as are my dad and Aunt Kerry. They grew up in a house directly across the street from each other on a dead-end street. The same street we live on now. Both sets of my grandparents still live at the dead end. Clyde and Kerry live in the only other house on the street across from us. My dad and Clyde were best friends, and my mom and Kerry were. Each couple’s love is pretty epic, and I had to witness the public displays of affection that would shame most people. That’s what I want. I want to embarrass my future children like my parents did and still do to this day. It’s gross but in an adorable way. Love wasn’t a hidden topic in our family. It’s no wonder that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Most girls my age are out there dating and sleeping their way through their twenties, but that’s not me.