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said, turning my back.
    “Everything we do is for you, princess,” she told me.
    “I know that but, sometimes, can you and daddy just be there for me instead of work? Sometimes, I need my parents and the way y’all are always leaving me makes me feel like y’all love y’all job more,” I said, letting my true feelings out. I was hurt.
    “We will have this talk when I come home,” she said, cutting me off to leave. I stood there, just dazed. I couldn’t believe she opted out on me and actually left me here talking to myself. I loved them, but it made me resent them a little. In the beginning, they made sure to do everything with me, but now that I’m older, I guess they feel like it doesn’t really matter. Yes, they bought me a car and I appreciate that, but I would rather have them here with me. I didn’t need the car; I needed my parents. I pushed the thought out of my head after letting some tears drop. I wouldn’t sit in here and mop around; it was a nice day and I wanted to be out and about enjoying it.
    Since I was already dressed, I decided to go and wake Miracle up, so we could go to the mall. Shopping was like therapy to me. Second nature. It was summer time and I was ready to summer shop and be out looking cute. It wasn’t a day that went by that anyone could say I left out my home looking like a bum. Ew, just wasn’t happening. Everyone thought just because I was white, I wasn’t with the foolery. But, believe me, I am. Being that Miracle and I’s family was close before they started working so hard, her dad had us in boxing since we were little. I appreciated that. He always told me, if I was running with his daughter, then I would know how to defend myself too if anything ever popped off. So, we knew everything. There wasn’t a gun, that we couldn’t handle, not a fight that we couldn’t win. Thank God it hadn’t ever came down to it.
    I glanced at my small frame in my mirror and admired myself. I was indeed ON! I had medium sized breasts and a fat ass ASS! Everyone thought just because my dad was a plastic surgeon that my ass was fake. But no boo, this was all me and I had no problems showing that. Whereas Miracle was more laid back, I was the partygoer. I thrived off attention and everything else. No, I’m not a hoe. But, I’m damn sure not naive as hell. I have had my fair share of flings, (all with black boys, of course) but I knew what to do and what not to do. Very FEW niggas could say that they’ve had me. If you lied on your dick, then I shamed your ass! My mind wandered to Quis and I must admit, daddy was LIT! He was fine from every angle. We talked about everything last night. I could admit; I was feeling him. He told me everything except what his occupation was. I kinda had a feeling of what it was. But hey, that’s his business and not mine. He made sure to tell me he had a two-year-old daughter name Nicole. The baby mother was crazy, like most. He told me, she run off every girl he come in contact with but, she had another thing coming if she was gone try to run me off. Girl please!
    I finally walked outside and headed to Miracle’s. When I rang the doorbell, I was greeted by Carter. Nobody knows but us, but he took my virginity when I was 16. I used to be so in love with him, but he never gave me the chance because I was younger than he was. That was a petty ass excuse. But I’m too fly to be chasing down a nigga who only wanted what he could get from me. So, I chalked it up as a loss and kept moving. Some days it bothered me because Miracle and I talked about everything, but that’s something that I avoid telling her because I know she wouldn’t like it. “Miracle up?” I asked him, keeping all convo short.
    “Yeah,” he said, looking like he wanted to say more, but I took the initiative to push pass him and head on upstairs. I heard her in the room singing along with Tink. That girl loved some her some Tink.
    “Mall time?” I asked her, walking into her