Lyfe

8

This morning sickness, or should I say all day sickness is the worst. I laid in bed wrapped in my covers with a bucket next to me, I just don't feel like being bothered today. I looked down at what I was wearing, baggy sweat pants, a hoodie, and fuzzy socks. Gotta do better, my hair is a mess, shit my life is a mess. I ran the tips of my fingers up and down my stomach, my lips formed a slight smile, I whispered

Sage: No matter the circumstances, mommy will make sure we are good. I promise.

I heard a knock, I looked up at the door and quickly pulled the covers up.

Sage: Come in!

The door opened and Ms. Sheila walked in, she sat at the edge of my bed. She smoothed the foot of my bed out and slightly smiled at me,

Sheila: So I am going out today and was wondering if you were up to it?

I slighty smiled and nodded,

Sheila: Alright, leaving in a hour

I nodded and she walked out, I got up and cleaned up. I grabbed clothes to wear and hooked up my flat irons. After doing my hair and showering I got dressed, I checked myself in the mirror

August: My momma said you ready?

Sage: August?

August: Yea?

He looked up from his phone,

Sage: Do I looked fat, pudgy, like I gained some weight?

He looked at me and chuckled,

Sage: Seriously August,

August: You honestly want my opinion?

I bit my lip and nodded,

August: Yea,

I gasped,

August: Just that ass tho!

He laughed and I hit him,

Sage: Bye August,

August: I'm joking Sage, you fine ma.

He licked his lips,

August: Trust me,

I started to blush,

Sage: Thank you,

I grabbed my bag and he walked out, I followed behind and outside to his car. I climbed in the back seat,

Sheila: August be on time, I aint fooling with you today boy

August: I will momma dang, go head

I laughed and we got out the car, we went in the hair salon first.

Sheila: You know what to do,

I laughed she is so little and demanding, its cute

Sage: I just want my ends clipped and a blow out, thanks

I sat in the chair next to Sheila,

Sheila: So . . .

I looked up,

Sage: So . . .

Sheila: Whats going on with you and August? You two are kinda close huh?

Sage: We are just friends, and I guess you can say that

Sheila: Just friends? So you dont want to be nothing more?

I giggled, is she trying to put me with her son right now?

Sage: Are you trying to put me and August together?

Sheila: Kinda I guess, he wont listen to me when I tell him to stay out of the streets maybe a female companion could talk sense into him. I mean your pretty, and you too get along well from what I see