Orphanage

4

I woke up to a loud alarm, it woke up up quickly along with Bahja.

I looked at her, "What's that noise?!" I whined.

"The morning alarm." She stretched. "It goes off every morning at 6 AM until everyone in the orphanage is up." She explained.

I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. "Why do they wake us up this early?"

She got up as well, "We all have to approach to breakfast at 6:45 . Then school starts at 7:15." She spoke.

"School on a Sunday?!" I yelled.

"Yeah. You can pick a day off every week, I prefer Tuesdays cause it's free coffee at Starbucks!" She grabbed her towel, toothbrush, and body gel. "Who's getting in the shower first? Me or you?"

"Go ahead." I said.

She went into the bathroom, I went in the closet and pulled out a outfit. I grabbed my baggy cargos and navy blue Abercrombie shirt.

The alarm stopped ringing and 20 minutes later Bahja came out the bathroom with a towel around her body. Her pink hair was wet and curly, she had her things in her hand and looked at me. "You got 15 minutes in the shower, go." She instructed.

I nodded and went into the shower, I began to strip out my clothes. I let the hot water hit my body and began to wash my body slowly with my grape shower gel. I began to hum lyrics to Beyonce's song "Partition". I got into the mood and began to sing it loudly.

" Driver roll up the partition please, I don't need you seeing yoncé on her knees took 45 minutes to get all dressed up we ain't even gonna make it to this club. Now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged,oh he so horny, yeah he want to f**k. He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse, he Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown. Oh, there daddy, daddy didn't bring the towel. Oh, baby, baby be better slow it down. Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up and we ain't even gonna make it to this club." I sang loudly.

I heard Bahja knock on the door, "Times up!" She yelled.

I quickly turned off the shower and wrapped my body with the towel. I began to quickly brush my teeth and open the bathroom door.

"Took you long enough Zonnique. We got 10 minutes to be at breakfast." She whined.

"All you do is whine." I laughed. I looked at her. "Turn around." I instructed.

She turned around and I began to dress, I put on my outfit and did my hair in a neat ponytail. I put on my gamma 11s and grabbed my iPhone 5S and took pictures.

Bahja had on some black leggings, a red sweater, and her red timberlands. Her hair was curly.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

I nodded and we walked out the room. We saw Myles and Desiree walking to breakfast as well.

"Goodmorning guys." Bahja smiled.

"Goodmorning Bahja." Myles said. He kissed her cheek and looked at me. "Goodmorning new girl." He smiled.

"Zonnique." I corrected him, "& goodmorning."

Desiree didn't say anything, I shrugged it off and we walked to breakfast. Everyone was sitting down, eating and conversating. The 4 of us lined up and got our food. I got waffles, bacon, an orange, and a water bottle.

We all sat at the table and began to eat. I bit into my waffle and it was delicious.

"Oh my." I whispered.

"Food good?" Breaunna asked.

I nodded. "It's amazing." I said. I bit into my waffle once more and drank my water.

"So Rayan." Bahja started. "Going to the studio today?"

"Yeah." He said. "I need to finish my song."

"Good." She smiled. "Can Zonnique go with you?"

Everyone looked at me. "You can rap new girl?" Rayan asked.

I shook my head no. "I sing."

"She's good at it to." Bahja said quickly. "You should take her with you."

"I don't know. What is she going to do?" He asked.

"Sing duh." I said.

He thought for a moment then agreed. "Okay, after school. Me and you go to the studio."

I smiled. "Okay."

Chresanto tapped me. "You didn't tell me you sing." He said.

"Nobody knew until now pretty boy." I smirked.

"We have to get to class." Kiloni remembered.

Breaunna nodded. "Y'all ready?"

I peeled my orange and took a bite. "Yes ma'am." I said.

We all threw our trays away and walked upstairs to school, it was on the 3rd floor. It was one class which was kind of big.

"You can sit anywhere you like." Chresanto whispered.

I laughed. "Sitting by you is okay?" I flirted.

I saw him blush. "Sure."

He sat in the back of the class and it was a seat near him. I put my things on the desk and Lourdes hurried to sit there.

"Honey I was gonna sit there." I said trying to keep calm.

"Oh really?" She threw my things onto the floor. "Too bad."

I balled up my fist and a teacher came into the room.

"Goodmorning class!" She sang. She looked at me and gasped. "New student?"

"Yes she's new." Myles said.

"Well I'm Mrs. Jones." She smiled.

"I'm Zonnique but Mrs. Jones can you tell this cherry sucker to get out my seat?"

Everyone looked at Lourdes and Mrs. Jones laughed. "Up Lourdes."

"No" She whined. "I always sit by Chresanto."

Mrs. Jones gave her a death glare. "Up now or grade drops." She grinned threw her teeth.

Lourdes got up and say by Jayden. She rolled her eyes at me as well.

I smirked and sat down." Class the assignment today is a 500 word essay." She said.

The class groaned. "Guys it's not that hard, I have good news to go along with it. The essay is about your life and how it changed since you arrived at Morris'." She smiled.

"Nice topic." Bahja said.

"Thank you Beauty." Mrs. Jones said. "This assignment is due by the end of the week."

I didn't know what to write about considering the fact that I just arrived here. I decided to start off by how I loved at home, and how my mother and father always complained about me doing things teenagers do.

"Hey Zonnique." Chresanto whispered.

I looked up. "What?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me tonight." He said.

I thought for a moment. "Movies? As in downstairs?" I asked.

He shook his head. "It'll be just us, I'll rent it out for the night. We can even watch a scary movie." He smiled.

I blushed. "Okay." I whispered.

"Meet me there at 8."

"Hey!" Mrs. Jones snapped. "No talking and you know that Chresanto."

"Yes ma'am, I apologize." He said to her. He looked at me and winked.

I blushed and finished my essay, well - not finish it all but finish what I started.

After class, I went to my room. Bahja was going to the library to rent a computer for our essay.

"Zonnique!" Someone shouted.

I turned around and saw Rayan. "Hey Rayan." I smiled.

"Ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said. "Let's go."

We walked to his car, we haven't said a word to each other until we arrived at a building.

We got out the car and walked into the building. We walked in a office.

"Wassup Rich, who's in the studio?" Rayan asked a short older guy.

He bit his got dog. "Erica is recording her new record but she's bout done. Go on on." He announced. "I'll be in there in a second."

We walked in the back. "Erica as in?"

He looked at me. "Erica Mena."

I gasped. "From love and hip hop New York?!"

He nodded yes.

We walked in a studio and Erica was gathering her things.

"Hey Erica." Rayan kissed her cheek.

She smiled. "Hey Ray how you doing?"

"Good, and you?"

She signed. "Me and Cyn are over."

"I'm sorry." He said with compassion.

"It's fine." She whispered. "She told me she need time alone."

She looked at me. "Hi." She smiled.

My smile grew wider. "Hello I'm a huge fan Ms.Mena."

"Call me Erica." She insisted. "Anyway I have to go."

She left and Rayan sat in a chair. "Could you go get Rich?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Rich!" I yelled.

He rushed in the room. "Wassup?"

"Rich I'm ready." Rayan said.

Rich nodded and sat in another chair, he began to do things on a computer.

"So Rayan, what song do you have to work on?" I asked.

"I haven't named it yet honestly, I just have a verse." He admitted.

"Let me hear it." I said.

"Why? It's not like your gonna help me name it of something." He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "Just let me hear it."

He signed. "I do say it's the s**t if I do say so myself, if I do say so myself, if I do say so myself. Hold up, stumble all in the house tryna backup all of that mouth that you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest b***h thus far. Talkin 'bout you be repping that 3rd, wanna see all that s**t that I heard, know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh

Foreplay in a foyer, f****d up my Warhol. Slid the panties right to the side ain't got the time to take drawers off on sight. Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike, in '97 I bite, I'm Ike Turner, turn up. Baby know I don't play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae

said eat the cake, Anna Mae. I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gon' need G3. 4,5,6 flights, sleep tight. We s*x again in the morning, your breasteses is my breakfast

We going in, we be all night." He rapped.

"That was great, that's all you have?" I asked.

He nodded. "I been stuck on this song for about 6 months."

I thought. "Say that last part again."

"We going in, we be all night?" He said.

"Freaky huh?" I laughed. "We be all night ..." I kept repeating that last line. "Love." I whispered. "We be all night, love." I smiled.

"That was good." Rich said.

"I was thinking we do a duet." I insisted. "Me and you."

He nodded. "That's cool I guess."

I grabbed a pen and paper. 'We be all night love.' I wrote. I looked at Rayan. "You drink?"

He shook his head no. "Nah why you say that?"

"Your verse, seems like a drunk song to me." I said. "But what do I know."

"You just now getting into the music business ma?" Rich asked.

"Well, I'm not exactly into the music business." I admitted. "This is my first time in a studio though." I said.

He smirked. "You know a lot to be a newbie." He complimented.

I blushed. "Thank you."

"Now about what you said." Rayan spoke. "Drunk song?"

I shrugged. "This could be a drunk song - a drunk in love song." I soon gasped. "Drunk in love! That can be the name of the song."

"Drunk in love." Rayan repeated.

"I like it." Rich said.

"Well let's do it!" Rayan hollered.

We all smiled and high fived.

"So ma you need a verse right?" Rich asked.

"Wait a second - we haven't even heard her sing." Rayan said.

"What do y'all want me to sing?" I asked.

Rich shrugged. "Whatever you want to sing."

"Sorry it is." I smiled. "August 4th, we were chilling at the house. Said I'm done, I told you to get out, didn't mean a word that I said. Cause I was hoping you would come back."

"Why'd you stop!" Rayan whined.

I laughed. "That was a teaser." I said. "Now let's do my verse."

"And hook and chorus." Rich said.

Me and Rayan looked at Rich, "Huh? We both asked.

"You got a good voice ma, we could use majority in the song." Rich said.

"I agree." Rayan signed. "I know this was suppose to be my song but - it can be yours."

"No it's both of ours! duet remember?" I said.

"Rich knows best." Rayan said. "Anyway let's work on your first verse."

"Drinking is the topic, right?" Rayan asked.

"I been drinking, I been drinking." I sang. I started to write what I said.

"I get filthy when the liquor get into me." Rich said.

We laughed as I wrote that down. About 4 hours later we were done with the best song I ever wrote. Even though this was my first.

"The song is done!" Rich yelled. We all hollered and rooted. "All we have to do is record."

Me and Rayan went into the booth and began to do what we had to do.

I've been drinking, I've been drinking

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I've been thinking, I've been thinking

Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?

I want you, na na

Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?

I want you, na na

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice

Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill

Flashing lights, flashing lights

You got me faded, faded, faded

Baby, I want you, na na

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty

Daddy, I want you, na na

Drunk in love, I want you

We woke up in the kitchen saying,

"How the hell did this s**t happen?"

Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night

Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club

Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love

We be all night, love, love

We be all night,

And everything alright

No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights

Boy, I'm drinking,

Park it in my lot 7-11

I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend

Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right

Armand de brignac, gangster wife

Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy toys

Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard

Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood

I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body

Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good

(I'm nice right now)

Hold up

That D'USSÉ is the s**t if I do say so myself

If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up,

Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth

That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest b***h thus far

Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the s**t that I heard

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve

Foreplay in the foyer, f****d up my Warhol

Slip the panties right to the side

Ain't got the time to take draws off, on site

Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike

In '97 I bite, I'm Ike, Turner, turn up

Baby no I don't play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae

Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"

I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3

4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight

We s*x again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast

We going in, we be all night

Never tired, never tired

I been sipping, that's the only thing that's keeping me on fire, me on fire

Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire

I've been drinking watermelon

I want your body right here, daddy I want you, right now

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty

Daddy I want you

We looked into each other eyes, then it happened. A kiss, a deep kiss, with my hands around his neck and his hands around my waist. I stopped. "I gotta go."