Write About Me

Chapter Six: Exclamation

February 20th, 2004 - Harlem, New York

Phabiola Fenty.

"Happy birthday baby!" My mom woke me up with her Barbadian clappers. It's four in the morning and I didn't wanna hear that.

"Mom! Stop, I have another hour of sleep!" I pulled the covers over my head. But she was jumping from foot to foot on our bed with the clappers singing me happy birthday.

"C'mon! You're fifteen baby! A big girl! You gotta get up so I can do your hair and make up. By the time you get out the shower and put on that outfit I bought you yesterday it'll be time to go to school since for some odd reason you want to go." She sat by me, rubbing my face.

I evil eyes her, then smiled.

"Thanks mom. I'll go hop in the shower." I pealed the covers back heading to the bathroom.

"Wrap up your hair!" She yelled to me once it reached the bathroom.

I smiled looking at myself. I'm finally fifteen! Finally fifteen. I stripped of my night clothes putting the showering cap over my head. I ran shower water. I had a feeling today allot of good things were gonna happen today. Even though Chris isn't here to share the day with, I just gotta wait one more week.

"Hurry up!" My mom banged on the bathroom door.

I literally just got in. Like what the hell? I quickly washed my body and brushed my teeth in the shower like normal. Saves water & less money on the water bill. That's what my mom says. Once I got out, I did everything quickly. Putting on my lotion and undergarments, I put on the high waisted jeans she bought with this black long sleeve that fit me nice. Except the long sleeve stopped two centimeters before the jeans. Pulled on my socks and red original Allstars she bought me yesterday the best I could with this French acrylic manicure. These were gonna take some getting used to.

"Alright mom I'm done!" I called opening the door.

"Good! Now, you cleaned your face well right?" She asked bringing in a material bag.

"Umm, yeah."

"Sit."

And that's where it began. She opened the bag, taking out tweezers. This should hurt.

"Ow! Ow! Mom, ow! That hurts!" I hissed as she plucked at my eyebrows.

"Beauty is pain, but you'll look so much prettier." She continued with the cruel unusual punishment.

I winced every now and then to the plucking but soon became equip to it. I just hoped I looked as good as she's describing.

"There, now I'll let your face breathe while I do your hair. Take your hair down."

I complied taking my hair out it's ponytail, letting the curly mess fall down past my shoulders some. She had a curling iron and a flat iron with some spray and a come ready for me. She parted my hair into sectioned, combing and detangling it. Then sprayed it as she flat ironed it. And may I say that took hours. Seriously. Once she finished flat ironing, she curled a few pieces of my hair.

"Almost done, now make up. Hmm, I don't want you looking to grown. So we're gonna go with a light look."

I smiled, she told me close my eyes. I felt something wet on my eyelids. But I stayed still. I let her work her mommy magic on me. She was skilled in this. I wish I could pay for her to go to school. But a hundred dollars can't do that.