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Cam's POV
Sunday, 10:23am
I woke up from my mom closing my door after shaking me up "Good morning?" I asked confused, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and washed it after, I got done I ate cereal, and it was quiet since Christian was sleep, after I got done I washed my plate then put on my outfit since I was still going clowning
the outfit (same colors but a tommy the clown hoodie)
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After I got done my mom yelled, it was time to go when we got there it took mad long for me to get my hair done, the people here are Dominican my auntie meet them at a block party and one of them did hair, after 50 minutes that felt like 50 years, she finally got started with my hair and this lady was ghetto she kept eating yelling at her other friends in the salon too and I'm like 'aren't you supposed to be doing my hair'
Then she took a long ass break "Um when are you gonna finish because it's been 30 minutes" I said checking my phone for the time, then she let out this ugly laugh "Oh I'm finna-" she stopped when looked down at my shirt "You dance for Tommy The Clown" she looked serious, I nodded
"Oh my cousin don't like the people over there" she shook her head and gave me the side eye, I mean mugged her "Who yo cousin" I asked moving my head with every word " Her name Jaliyah" she ate her food again "Well tell Jaliyah we don't know her, now can you start on my hair again because I got places to be" I said then got on my phone and felt her eyes on me "Yeah, sure" she said finishing her food then went back to my head
And she was so aggressive, I knew she was mad because I gave her attitude but she had to do a good job because my mom said if it wasn't looking good for her she wasn't gon pay her, but every time she parted my head she kept digging the comb in my brain "Can you be more gentle that kind of hurt" I said holding my hair, she sighed like she was mad
Then she went back to being ghetto and was talking to her friends "ella sigue quejándose, simplemente le voy a peinar mal, ni siquiera me importa el dinero" (she keeps on complaining I'm just going to do her hair wrong don't even care about the money) she told her friend with an attitude "Girl, you better cobra más no lo sabrán" her friend whispered like I'm deaf and I speak Spanish so now I know she tryna scam me "¿Puedes terminar mi cabello? Tengo lugares donde estar." (can you please finish my hair I got places to be) I rolled my eyes and heard her mutter something under her breathe but I couldn't hear it
