Inhalers And Bruises (Spring Fever Trilogy Book 1)

by Tamisha Kuenee

Astor is my twin brother, but he never really lived with us. He doesn’t know mom the morbid ways that I do. He was sheltered from that side of her, always. I made sure of that.

Jackson, our father, was demanding a divorce. . . to finally get some of the money he always accused mom of hiding away from him. Money. He reached out, but not because he wanted to get to know us or to form a bond with us, but to get our money.

I’ve been known by the media since I was 15 years old, technically discovered by a video that went viral on YouTube. Mom was live on the app, recording a dance number I was doing, the pianist hit the wrong note mom lost it at her while she was still live on YouTube, some people thought it was funny watching a grown woman disrupt a peaceful environment filled with minors with colorful language,

People doubted my talent because I was seen as a trust-fund baby with a crazy black mom.

Being alone doesn’t come with any costs or disappointments. I’ve never complained once about being alone or feeling alone, yet it somehow bothered both my brother and Jen.

“Yup.” She said as she popped the ‘P’ with a loud pop.

This is one of my pet peeves in books…. Its so dumb of me & I cant explain why I hate it so much but I just do

“Stop!” He yelled, “what are you doing?” “Introducing you to Alberto—” “Marion, I’m allergic to cats,” I nodded, “so Alberto can kill you. . .” I smiled a little, “in that case, I’ll keep him away as long as you agree to stop being my driver.” I said. He looked at me with a crazy look in his eyes, “are you serious? How old are you?” I frowned and pushed the cat in front of him again, “I’ll throw Alberto at you.” I threatened.