"Yes, mad gyal??" I answered my phone.
"A so you ansa people?? Can't seh morning??" My best friend, Shanae, replied on the other side. I rolled my eyes and hissed my teeth.
"Cho, early morning and mih a wash plate. Mih can't start mih morning dem yah way yah. Btw, you deh pon speaker. What you call mih for now, slimmaz??" I complained to her and turned my attention back to the dishes, I placed my phone on the kitchen counter.
"Okay. Anyways, one party ago gwaan next week tho. Wonder if you ago forward."
"What you a come tell mih bout party seh?? Mih deven ave clothes nor money fih do mih hair rn. No come bother me wid them deh things deh." I hissed my teeth for the millionth day since I woke up this morning. I should be spending my summer sleeping and avoiding human interactions.
"C'mon, LaNae. So you ago stay a your yard fi the whole summer like house rat??!"
"Gwaan like you any better, young miss. A wonder a who convince you fi go party and now you want rope mi in. Hmm??" I wriggled my eyebrows, although I knew that she wouldn't see me.
"Don't worry bout that. Think about it caz mih affi go wash plate now too." She avoided the question. I bet that she's back together with that youth from Montego Bay. Sigh.
"Alright, Ms Miller." She hung up, and I'm back to the tedious process of washing dishes. Soon after, my mother walked in. A short, curvy, lightskinned woman with beautiful light brown eyes that I inherited, she had a pixie cut, and she was dressed in formal wear. We looked alike like sisters, but trust me, my mother is 52 years old.
"Good morning, LaNae. I see that you done do the dishes pretty quick this morning."
"That a mih no want you clart mih dung, mommy." I stated the truth.
"You know seh you too wikked, mih wouldn't do that." She said, and I stopped drying the last plate to give her a look. She shrugged innocently.
"Anyways, mih a go work now. I won't be back until about 10:15pm, so take care of yourself and call mih if nun go wrong. Okay??" She came over to my side.
"Yes, mommy." We hugged, then I watched her leave in her silver Nissan through the kitchen window. I sighed. My mother is a single mother who raised me without the help of any family member. My father is a deadbeat, and I haven't seen that man in years. I deven remember what he looks like anymore.
The place was pretty clean, so there wasn't much to do, so I just sat on the couch in the living room. I realized that my ex once again made another insta account to stalk me. Blocked it again. I find men really confusing, and I refuse to let them stress me.
About 12:30 pm, I couldn't stand being home alone any longer because the wifi isn't working. Don't judge me, judge yu Mada!! Respectfully. I also missed my older cousin dearly, Andre. I ran upstairs skipping two steps at a time and legit skated into the bathroom. After a nice shower, I stood in front of my full body length mirror that I proudly have mounted unto the wall by myself without any assistance. I'm an idependent lady!! Nana nananana!! That's what I aspire to be, just like my mom.
The mirror showed a short, slim-thick, light skinned young lady with brown eyes of the lightest shade, curly hair in an afro of some sort that's dyed ginger with some blond at the back. She's really cute, carrying a little innocence. I touched my boobs. Sigh, sometimes I'm happy about my nonexistent breasts. That's what I called them. They aren't really that small, but sometimes I wish I had a little more. I quickly pulled on plain purple v-necked t-shirt, blue jeans, and my purple, bedazzled crocs, customized by yours truly. I didn't know what to do to my hair, so I put it in four mad granny plaits. I contemplated wearing a bonnet but fuck that!
I went into my mom's room and used a few perfumes as well as borrowed her brown leather side purse. I emptied that of its contents and put my stuff in there. I made sure to lock up the house and walked down the road to get a taxi.
"Brawling Saturday and them man here just stuck inna the town and nuh want come circle back fih see if nobody want go no weh." I miserable grumbled to myself.
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Claimed By Him
RomanceLaNae Sinclair is an 18 year old who has many dreams and aspirations but has yet to decide what route she will go down as she steps into adulthood with no way of going back to the teenager phase. She decides to take it easy for her "free paper" hasn...