Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate...
"You a big woman eno," Lorie attacks her. Marsha laughs.
"Mi know Nickoi from him a likkle bwoy, me nuh know a wah yuh feel. This is how I joke with him. Full time yuh stop walk and carry feelings baby love," she cuts her eyes.
Lorie keeps staring at me. "You did affi dress up fi go a church?" she's on my case now.
Her eyes seemingly glossy.
"You just sick me stomach," she looks away. It's just a week ago we-
Lowe that.
My father jumps off the wall coming closer. He doesn't smile really. He speaks with his eyes. I see the mischief in them.
"The sinna a go church?" his eyes fixed on me.
"Yah," I chuckle.
"Well...Keno a fawud wid yuh. Only way yuh a go yuh zimi?" his voice commands the whole area. Everyone falls silent.
Keno chimes in. "And me ago give yuh space bad man...me know how yuh stay."
I nod before turning to my siblings. They're laughing about me going to church. In disbelief actually.
"Youth me know yuh too well," Junior, my big brother speaks with a head shake. He rarely speaks.
"Eeeh, this ya man ya foot never step inna Church yet," Jordane laughs. He's enjoying this a little too much.
"Right," Janel, his twin agrees. "But you look sharp and sweet big brother."
"Regula day," I smile.
My eyes finds mommy, standing at the door staring quietly. She ironed my clothes, and help me get dressed, she has a knowing smile on her face. I watch as she cross her arms over her breast.
