Aleyah couldn't believe it. Her father had actually betrayed her. And by doing what you ask? Shipping her off to her brothers for the rest of her hischool years. It's not like she didn't love her brother or anything, but leaving her home town and best friends just down right sucks. Her father had chosen that little slut over him. That woman had her father wrapped around her finger.
The thought just made Aleyah's fists ball up just thinking about her. The evil step-mom, or the plastic barbie doll (as Aleyah calls her). Why is it that all pro atheletes want a blond haired, blue eyed bimbo. The black men no less, I mean its not like there aren't alot of black women out there that are good enough. Raven was not racist, just so you know. One of her best friends was white, and its not like their skin color mattered to her. Besides Danielle acted just as black as she did.
Aleyah shook her head to get rid of the thoughts, bt couldn't help but let out a chuckle remebering her good tmes with Danielle, Rayah and Marisol. They had been her best friends since kindergarden. They all had a famous parent, either a pro athelete or someone in politics. That's why they could trust each other, because they knew that their friendship was more that money and fame.
Marisol Rodriguez was the daughter of a famous baseball player. She was by far the most outgoing of the group. With her sassy attitude and her loud voice, she would make sure that you could here her. No matter how far away from her you are. She had nice mocha skin, that went well with her black- brown hair and nice Forest green eyes.
Danielle Kennedy, is related to the Kennedy's in politics. She has the nice chesnut brown hair and baby blue eyes. She was the more prestigious of the group, but she could get down with her girls anytime. She had nice fair skin with blond hair and hazel eyes, that seemed to twinkle with mischief when she got one of her hair brained ideas.
Rayah Badu, was the daughter of the Indian Embassador. She was the quiet one, she was the smart one (the mother) when it came to her girls. She made sure that whatever they were doing, they wuldn't get in trouble, or at least get caught. She was an Indian beauty, nice brown skin that went with her silky blak hair and dark brown eyes.
And last, but not least Aleyah Williams, but she changed her name to Joseph (her mother's maiden name). She had officially dis-owned her father. She was the most athletic and competetive one of the group. She could accell at anything that she put her mind to, and her father made sure of it. She was good at every sport you can think of, and never lost a game. She would do anything to win, but not hurt the other player. At least, not on purpose. Sports was where she could take her anger out on anyone and anything that got in her way. She was competetive like that. She had dark skin with beatiful curly black hair, and beautiful hazel/ green eyes.
This group of girls were inseperable, until Aleyah's step-mom came and made her father choose. She still couldn't believe he did that.
Anyway, back to the story.
She was getting on a plane full of people she didn't know. Nor did she want to. She has been in a crappy mood ever since she got to the airport. Her flight was gonna be 4 hours, so she got comfortable and started to sleep.
A few hours later, she woke up with a jerk when the plane landed. She got up and stretched her five foot' eleven frame, and got her carryon bag and walked out. She made her way through the crowded Georgia airport, bumping and pushing people out her way. They gave her glares in return, until most of them looked up to her with wide eyes. She wasn't surprise, she was tall for her age, even though she was 17. She had a lean body, that was curvy in all the right places: an athletic type of body.
She went to the baggage claim and got her neon green and blue luggage bag. People gave her weird looks, but her icy stare stopped them in their tracks. She made her way out the airport into the section where you wait for your ride. She looked to her left, and couldn't help but smile. A little girl was giggling while her daddy picked her up and swung around, while the mother waited patiently and finally got her kiss.
Aleyah sighed. She remebered when her family used to be like that. Happy, loving carefree. But now its broken. It all started when.. She sighed and shook her head, not wanting to think about it. She couldn't anyway because a second later someone was picking her up and swinging her around. She laughed, more like gigled, while all the people looked at the two with a smile on their face.
The one who twirled her happened to be her big brother Shawn. He was a big scary looking guy, six foot Five with lost of muscle. But to her eyes she was just a big teddy bear. Whenever you would se them when they were younger, she was hugging him. Shawn didn't mind at all, because he loved his sister.
When he put her down, she hugged him as tight as she could, she missed this. His hugs, the comfort of knowing that he would always be there for her when she was sad, or when deealing with her father. She started to tear up a little, but soon wiped it away before her bother could see. She didn't want him to see her sad because he knew the reason: his father and his Barbie bimbo.
"Aww I missed you too Leyah," her older brother said. He had missed her. He wished he could have taken her with him, but he was at college. And college was no place for a 9 year old girl.
"Come on, lets take you home," he said and grabbed her neon blue suitcase and put it in the trunk of his Escalade, along with the neon blue one of course. The bags were heavy to say the least, she was just like mom. Mom.... How he missed her.
"Okay," Aleyah said and hoppped up in the front of the big SuV.
They talked all the way, her listening to her, and him her. She sighed and laid her head on the cool window, and gazed out at the city.
Welcome to Atlanta, Georgia.