I’m grounded for three weeks. One week for being rude in front of guests. Four days for leaving the table without being excuse (I know, but my aunt must have something up her butt) and eight days for leaving the house with permission, and two days for being rude to Kam when he was so “polite” to me. I say he deserved to get his butt whooped.
Now, I’m going to school in a skirt (the uniform, ain’t it adorable… NOT) and heels, this morning’s talk:
“I bought you these shoes!” – Leona
Oh, hell no – I thought but didn’t say.
“Do they fit?” – Leona.
Sadly. “Yes.”
“Oh, great! OMG, you are almost tall as I am.”
You are a lot shorter than I thought you were before. The tallness must be outcome of the shoes. “Oh, you’re right!” Put a fake smile on your face, Blu.
“Oh, baby, let me do your make-up!”
Oh, hells no.
She grabbed the make-up and put the lipstick on first, making my lips tingle, “Oh, they are already plump but this should make this feel beautiful.”
I feel numb, not beautiful. “Oh, smile.” – Leona.
Smile, Blu… good, you smiled!
She added mascara on my eyelashes, “You have such long eyelashes, pretty, pretty eyelashes!”
God, hear my prayer, kill this woman! “Now, for the eyeliner, keep your eyes wide.”
If there is anyone in my head, controlling my actions, move hand number one and slap her! “There we go, now cover-up.”
She looked at me and was pleased, “The skirt is a bit long.”
No, I’m a bit short.
She sighed and came out with scissors, she cut the hem around mid thigh and nodded, “It’s looks London style… damn it, forgot her name but she made this punk London fashion line just last week and you should have seen it! I met her too, how can I forget?”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I cursed and I was about to ask for us to go.
“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Mary,” she said, looking at me, “But I believe I met someone by that name.”
“No, can we go?” I asked.
“Oh, crap,” she nodded when she looked at her cell and pointed outside, that’s when I saw a lime green custom colored hummer outside [on the right] and raised an eyebrow, “Your getting a ride from a friend of mine.”
“Why can’t I get a ride from you?”
“Because I’m getting driving with my boyfriend who works with me down at the station,” she said.
“Station?”
“I’m a detective, or did you forget?”
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Take Me Away
خارق للطبيعةBlu Storm was the only survivor in a terrible plane crash, where she lost the ones she loved most. With them though, she lost a part of herself. That part of herself was her own emotions. For a year now, she is still numb and lives with her aunt in...
