Black

Chapter 11

I hopped in the shower. Letting the water pour on my tired body, seeking heat from the warm water. I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo and now I smell like raspberries and strawberries. I love raspberries and strawberries.

I leave the shower combo. Water dripping from my hair and body. I warp a towel around myhead and I wear my bathrobe. I check my watch, it 6:35pm. Still little early, I got some time. 

I dry my hair with my hair dryer. And it takes ages to dry. And it's one of the daily moment where I genuinely wish I was bald. I brush it while it still little wet. I groan and continue anyway. 

I finish my hair and it's now 6:57pm.

I walk into my mum's room. Still in my bathrobe. "Makeup?" 

My mum's face lit up with a big smile. "Yes!" she pulls the tinychair from under her makeup table. "sit" she orders. I obey.

"Now," she gently steers me to face her. "How do you want your makeup?" I think for a second. "Not too much," 

She makes her thinking face.

"Like," I explain. "I don't want all heavy foundation and lots of eye shadow and red lipstick."

"What do you want, then?" 

"Just something natural mum. It's just a date." 

She shakes her head. She grabs a brush from her so manys. "Just a date." She mumbles in mockery way. "If it's just a date, then why didn't you get one before?"

I giggle. "Are you making fun of me because I'm lonely and boys don't like me? Insensitive." I joke.

She kissed my forehead. "Well, now you got a boy." She winks.

I roll my eyes and I do not response.

She starts with my eyes. She covered my eyelids and under my eyes with light foundation. To hide the circles around my eyes. 

"Gosh, Sach. You need to stop using your computer for a bit. You look like a druggie"

I laugh quietly trying not to move.

She draws a thin line right on my upper lash line with liquid eyeliner. Then she flick a tiny wing at the corner of my eye. she draws a thinner black line from the middle of my waterline dragged all the way to the corner. And I love how the lower line meets the upper line and the wing. And I feel like an old Egyptian queen. Or maybe a little like every girl in my school.

She finishes up my eye make up with mascara. She puts on loads and loads and my lashes feels heavy and long and I struggle to blink. I'm not used to that.

She tries to use bright red lipstick and I stop her. I really don't want to look like I'm trying to impress him. Even though I was. She uses bright pink lip gloss and I let her. lip glosses are okay. They're shinny and pretty and usual and most importantly, nothing about them suggests that I'm trying too hard.

She ends up with bright pink blusher. Her soft fluffy brush tickles my cheek bone and jaw.

"I'm done!" She exclaimed. Like she was done with creating an invention that will cure cancer and help the African kids. 

And she –finally- lets me peek at the big mirror on the table. I turn the chair to face the mirror. I don't recognize the reflection and I almost ask the girl in front of me what's her name. and the answer would doubtlessly not be Sach.

"Whatch ya think?" I see my mum's reflection next to the hot unknown girl in the mirror.

"I ..." 

"You like it?" she grins and I can see all her white teeth.

"I love it!" I say in high pitched voice. And I can feel my girly hormones kicking in and I secretly wish my room walls were bright pink and I had a chihuahua puppy as a pet and that my mum did my make up every day. - even though I never wear makeup- .

She squeeze my hand and her narrow chin digs into my right shoulder.

"We should do that more often."

I glance back at the mirror. Admiring how the dark eye makeup lit up my already light green eyes."definitely." 

"What about your hair?" she says. 

"I'm just gonna wear it straight, as always."

She shakes her head in disagree. 

"Do a bun." She suggested. 

I think for a second. Now with a bun I would truly look like every girl from my school. And I wish they were here to see me right now.

"Maybe a lower bun?" I think out loud.

My mum nods. She likes lower buns. And tall handsome boys. And her girl not being lonely. And her only daughter to be social. And her only child to stop being a virgin and a loser. Sad that she doesn't get most of the things she likes.