"Awe look at my baby, growing up to be such a successful woman."
"Come on mama, just take the picture." We gather around holding our diplomas.
"Im sorry, its just so hard to believe your grown now. No more acne, no more blood stained undies, no more...
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We cruise down the highway in Peaches's car, making our way towards the venue for this promised dinner hosted by Frank and Doug. "How far is it?" I ask Peaches as she drives and she just sighs getting off an exit.
"We right down the street. Sit tight." She mumbles and so I lean against the door looking out the window but I felt a surprising sting on my thigh. "Sit up off that door. I don't need you getting any wrinkles in that blazer." Peaches hits my legs and I frown sitting up in my seat.
"That goes for all of you." She looks at Zara and Sol in the backseat from her rear view. Sol ignores her listening to her Walkman as Zara finishes putting on some red lipstick to match her red outfit.
The car pulled to a stop and I was surprised to see us meeting at the same restaurant that we did the first time we came here to Cali. And like I expected, the same guards was there to escort us out the car and into the building. The girls put on their sunglasses walking in the door.
"Thank you." I say to the guards taking my sunglasses off as soon as I walked in. I wanted to look cool but it didn't feel right so I was finna take these jokers off.
The cold air blew through my big curly puff on the top of my head and I looked around the restaurant as we followed the men throughout the inside. I hold onto my hand bag and Sol walked close to me doing the same.
If it was one thing that we both learned from, it was that we needed to actually act like we've been somewhere before. Even if we were freaking out on the inside.
They walked us all the way to the back leading us to this staircase. We climbed up the stairs and a more intimate and fancy bar and table was set up on the top floor.
I recognized four figures sitting around the table. One of them was the woman who spoke with me and Doug last week. The one sitting at the head of the table was Doug. The big body was Frank who was sitting next to the vibrant yet docile body of Michael Jackson.
My mind automatically went back to the first time we all had dinner and how he didn't seem too pleased to be in our presence. A part of me was excited while the other part just wanted to get this over with.
Peaches made our presence known by greeting everyone loudly making me cringe. "We here!" She announces walking over to the table. You gotta be so ghetto?
"They here!" Doug mocks laughing along with Frank and the woman and I was too embarrassed to look at Michael. We didn't hug this time instead greeted everybody and took a seat.
Peaches to a seat right next to the head in between the woman and Doug. Zara quickly sat next to Michael, making the last seat available. Sol looks at me apologetically as she already had her seat. Great, this is embarrassing.
"My apologies. Fellas." Doug signals the guards to grab an extra seat but I seen Michael getting out of his seat. "It's okay, she can have mine." His silky voice offers and my face turns to his in surprise.
