Tahani's Reality (Urban)

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•Tahani Lowars•
"Hani"

"I'm just saying you're seventeen and it's our senior year. If you don't get no dick now you just going out into the real world unprepared." My friend Alexia rants.

Meanwhile I'm drawing in my notebook. My huge hair a curly fro on top of my my head. Falling down over my face but not completely. Just good enough so I don't have to speak to anyone. "How am I not prepared? I know about taxes, I know what college I'm going to go to, I have goals. Testicles does not equal being prepared." I glance over to see her cringing at my word choice.

"See that's that shit!" She points at me. "You use words like testicle. Just say dick Tahani. Just say dick." She repeats.

I scrunch my face up shaking my head. "Then your hair," she continues. "It's all over the place. Didn't your parents try and perm it or flat iron it?"

She attempts to touch it but I shove her hand away. "I'm not about to perm my hair when it's fine the way it is." What's wrong with it being natural? I have the type of hair where it's more of a natural mess on top of my head. Some of it is curly while some is just doing what it wants. I've gotten compliments on it but also complaints. The complaints always come from private school administrators or suburb washed up kids like Alexia. I spent most of my childhood years hating my hair and hiding it. I got it from my dad. My family is a mix of of Dominican and Jamaican. My grandfather full blood Jamaican and my grandmother full blood Dominican. I get my large curly hair from my father. My aunt Naomi even has the same.

"It's so big though and it's not even pressed. Don't you want to see it pressed?" She urges.

I look up at her sighing. "Why you messing with me today?"

"Fucking," she corrects. "Say why are you fucking with me today."

"In the Bible it says profanity is a sin." I remind her.

"You know how many of these girls in communion suck dick every other day besides Sunday?" Alexia asks causing my jaw to drop.

I quickly recover. "That's between them and God." I say.

"Yeah yeah. So we're all just a bunch of sinners," she ropes herself in with them. "Might wanna get off your high horse Tahani. You never know one day you might be a sinner too."

I shrug. "I doubt that." I tell her truthfully while looking around the cafeteria. My eyes falling on the girls around me. My dad thought it'd be a good idea to enroll me in a all girls private school.

We live on the upper city suburban part of New York City. Where not much crime happens and everybody comes to shop. It's like a tourist field day. I've never once left this side of town. From what I know I have a rich aunt and uncle who live over in Harlem. But that's a long story.

"So what's your plans this summer?" She asks looking around also.

I go back to drawing. "I don't know you know my parents are going on some type of trip. They said this one is just for them. They've been having some issues I guess." I tell her.

She gives me a sympathetic look. "Damn so what do they want you to do? All that time by yourself."

I shrug. "They're going to sit me down today and talk about it."