Atlanta Xiomara Miller, or, better known as Atty, is said to be just like her mother. They both act the same, but it's only because they seem to have shared the same fate. Atty only wants love. A sacred beauty love is from its marvelous feeling, but...
Atlanta lays asleep asleep at 5:00 in the morning when the frantic calls of her name coming from her mom, wakes her up.
Atlanta's POV
"Atty! Atty, wake up," she yells, jumping on top of me. I furrow eyebrows in confusion and turn to face towards her.
"What, Mom?" I ask, still dazed from being woken up.
"Is there a hair?" She asks, gesturing towards her chin. I ignore her question and go to look for my phone.
"What time is it?" I ask looking over at my phone to see that it is too early for this shit. I slump back down in bed, tired, while Georgia continues on talking.
"I can sorta feel it if I do this, but I can't see it," she says. I look up at her with a deadpan look.
"It's 5:00 a.m., Mom," I point out to her.
"Come on," she says, putting the tweezers in my face. I slap her hand away repeatedly, but she continues to put the tweezers in my face.
"Get the tweezers away from my eye, you psycho!" I exclaim.
"Atty, I'm serious! Is there a hair? And you can't call me psycho because you are one too,"she says. Finally, I give in.
"Ugh! Jesus, hang on!" I tell her, trying to turn on the lamp that sits on my nightstand. I turn back around to face her.
"Come on, hurry," she rushes me. I let out a long sigh. I need my fucking beauty rest.
I sit up to get a better angle. "No, there n-- oh," I say in amusement.
"What?" She asks.
"Yeah, there's a hair," I confirm suspension, taking the tweezers out of her hand,"wow, it's really long."
"Pluck it! It's my first day. I can't show up all Chewbacca!" She tells me. I go to pluck it, but stop.
"Is this about Paul?" I ask her in amusement.
"No," she deadpans, "it's about the fact that aging is a horrible, inevitable death sentence where your body betrays you slowly till you die. Pluck it," she orders.
I let out a laugh. "If I could skin you and wear your prepubescent face, I would," she adds, getting closer to my face.
"Stop talking, Chewbacca," I tell her jokingly, so I could pluck the hair.
I finally get a grasp on it and pluck it. "Got it," I tell her, and we both look at the hair.
"Oh, this really bums me out," she says.
Timeskip
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I sit in English as Mr. Calix was talking, looking over my last post.
