Just Another Secret.

Chapter 17

Keisha

After a heartwarming Christmas and murderous Boxing Day with Tamera I am getting ready for my evening with Kahlil.

But let's jump back to yesterday.

Tamera wanted to start the day at the beauty supplies store.

She wanted to complete her collection of wigs. She has every wig length from 8 to 40 inches. All she needed was 16.

When we got there almost all the wigs were gone and there was only one 16 inch left. It was the one on the display mannequin. Tamera and this other girl ran for it.

Tamera is about that life when it comes to her wig collection.

So yeah she beat the girls hands off that wig. We got outta there really fast as said girl tried taking the fight to the parking lot.

Let me just say that there is never a dull moment, shopping with Tamara.

Now back to my evening.

I've done something new to my hair. The book calls it princess moment.

And I can only assume it's called that because it's similar to Princess Jasmine's hair but with a black girl twist.

And instead of one ponytail it's pigtails.

I had to get my hands on a bunch of kinky curls. Dry it out and comb it. I had to press my hair which took forever but I got my look down. But last minute I added three cornrows to the front of each side. With beads. It totally completes the look.

Oh that surprise Keithan and Marilyn got me? It was a vanity to hold all my new hair items.

"Mom!" I call her up here.

"Keisha, what's going on?"

"I don't know what to wear!"

"I'm sure whatever you wear—"

"Nuh-uh we aren't doing that sweet nonsense I wanna look hot—"

"You ain't leaving this house looking anything other than adorable!" Dad yells from down the hall.

"Over my dead body!"

"I will go all Sergeant DAD on your little boyfriend if you dress to look insert word there!"

Sergeant DAD hasn't been out in years. The last time Sergeant DAD came out? I didn't talk to a boy who wasn't Bryson for a year. And I learned never to take him to another school trip, or another parent-child event.

"Mom!"

"August!"

He gets in here.

"August you cannot always censor—"

He ignores her. "And why do you care if you look h-o-t or not?" He gives me a dry stare.

I want to play with him. "Don't worry." I smirk.

"Keisha-Rae you can't use my jokes with me."

He used to do the same thing when he wanted me and Bryson out of the house.

"Who said I was joking—"

"Dirt, mud, ropes, barbed wire!"

When I don't want to think about something I do stuff. When he doesn't want to think about something he thinks about being a Sergeant. Yes it is his entire personality.

"Mom, Kahlil will be here in like 20 minutes!"

"What are you looking for? Basic, obvious—"

"Why would I go for obvious?"