I staggered out of bed feeling woozy and a bit sick. I glanced at my phone—I was up before my alarm. I dragged myself to the bathroom and freshened up.
Before long, I was dressed in ripped skinny black jeans that showed off my full carves, a low-cut velvet crop top, Converse sneakers, and a blue velvet silk headscarf. I dabbed some lip-gloss on and brushed my eyebrows.
'Me'— what did Lloyd mean by that?
On my way out, I grabbed my Canon EOS 7D off my desk and carefully put it around my neck. I walked down the hallway and stairs with my backpack swinging loosely on my shoulder.
"Hey, pumpkin!" Dad called out to me once I emerged in the kitchen.
He was dressed in one of his many suits. His hair, an amazing set of curls, was neatly kept. He has the coffee mug I got him for his last birthday in his right hand and an open file in his left.
"Morning dad!" I walk up to him and I kiss him on the cheek. "Where's mum?" I add.
