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Blackberry laid with her tongue hanging out staring into my eyes occasionally blinking. The weekend has arrived so I didn't have to wake up so early nor worry about going to school today. But what could I do today? I still needed my hair cut today... I kicked my legs off my bed and stood up from my floor.
I opened my door and walked down the hall to mommas room knocking twice waiting for her to let me in. A faint 'come in!' called out I turned the knob entering her room to find momma sitting on her bed with a picture book out. She waves me over with a smile on her face I carefully walked over sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Your father had such a huge fear of sharks, but he couldn't say no when you begged him to let you pet one!" she points and chuckles "The fear in his eyes." A smile cracked on my face as she turns the page "Ooh and look! our first camping trip." She laughs shaking her head "Your father couldn't set up that tent to save his life." I enjoy watching momma tell me every small detail of each picture giving me a chance to relive every memory.
She sighs and closes the book "What's up?" she tucks her book under her pillow and stands up from her bed. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and she ran her hands through my hair "Yeah you need a trim my dear." I nod "But no worries mommy's here!" She pulled me up and held my hand leading me into her bathroom and seating me on top of her toilet cover.
She opened her medicine cabinet pulling out her small clipping containers and a spray bottle. She sprayed my hair with the spray bottle soaking my face in the process snorting when I'd yelped. She started snipping my spilt ends and going back to snip my fringes I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of her doing my hair.
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I stood in my bathroom blow drying my hair momma wanted to get a head start on making lunch so she left to buy groceries. I hummed a little tune running my fingers through my hair drying each section. As I dried a text message appeared on my phone I peeked over... "R-Rome?" I mumbled.
I turned off my blow dryer and nervously chewed on my bottom lip picking up my phone to read his message...
Rome: Hey, sorry for yesterday shit happens. lemme make it up to you.
I placed my phone back down swallowing hard he was such a- a mean person and now he wants to meet up! I frowned and turned my blow dryer back on "As if." I angrily waved the dryer on the damp parts of my hair before finally turning it off and unplugging it from the outlet. When I felt a sudden wave of nervousness I should say something...
I found myself picking up my phone and swiping to messages.
