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"Happy Birthday Bitch!" Ora yelled, jumping on me. I deadpan her because she messed my hair up.
Getting off me, she stares, trying to figure out what's wrong.
"What's wrong with you? You should be celebrating you're 18!" She exclaimed again, jumping up and down.
"You come in here yelling, at the top of you're lungs on this fine morning. Then you jump on me knowing I'm doing my hair-"
"Girl, I don't give a fuck," she brushed off, ruffling my hair.
Does this girl want to get beat down?
"Anyways, we have things to do today, people to see so be ready by 11:00 and don't eat. I know that's hard for you," she smiled, this bitch thinks everything funny, huh?
"Okay, and wear something cute, nothing basic," she then walked out slamming the door.
I sigh, looking in the mirror. I'm low-key happy Ora messed up my hair, it wasn't cute anyway.
I decided to look on Pinterest to see if there was anything on there and of course, there was.
I see a girl with a cute side part, going to the left with vibrant and loose curls. It looks good.
Deciding to do that hairstyle, I take out my flat iron, curling iron, clips, and some heat protectant.
Starting on my hair I think about what we'll be doing today. Ora usually plans something fun to do. My family knows I don't like parties so I know she won't do anything like that.
One of the main reasons I don't care about my birthday is because it's on a holiday. October 31st. I wonder what my mom had to do for it to be that date.
Growing up, when I told people when my birthday they would freak out, and the religious ones would call me evil and say it was the Devil's Day. Especially in the Dominican Republic.
Yet that's not the reason I don't celebrate my birthday, I just don't care.
I finished pressing my hair when I got an anonymous call from Chicago. I let the call ring because I don't pick up random calls.
But immediately when the call ended the person called back. Usually, people don't call back unless they're trying to talk so I answer, hesitantly.
"Finally! I called 'bout 3 numbers tryna reach ya ass," a heavy accent said.
I looked at the screen confused not knowing who it was, the screen was black.
