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"We can rejoice too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love."
Romans 3:5.
"Bray, wake up...Bray."
"Hm?"
"Come on, wake up, you gotta get your hair done for homecoming."
"Oh really..." I say in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeppers," my mom says.
I open one of my eyes to see her smiling.
"Don't use my word."
She laughs and playfully shoves me. I grab her arm and hold on.
She playfully says, "Don't touch me."
I laugh as she starts to tickle me.
She leaves the room while saying, "Come on Bray, gotta get up,"
I yawn and scratch my hair. "Okay..."
I get up and make my way towards the bathroom to get ready.
An hour later...
"Bray, you got all your supplies?" my mom asks.
I put my sweater on. "Yes."
"Alright guys, Bray's gotta get her hair and makeup done so we'll return in a few hours. Be ready so y'all can take pics with Bray later."
"Okay, Ma." Brii says to her.
"See y'all when we get back."
"Love you." I close the door.
We drive to Ranita's house for an hour and a half. She greets us as we enter her house and I sit down in her salon chair which is in her basement. After a few minutes, she gets started on my hair. Two and a half hours later, she finally gets done with my hair.
Ranita takes the cover-up off of me. "Okay Bray, go have a look."
I get out the chair and walk to the mirror hanging on the door.
I smile at my hair. "I love the curls."
I turn my head to see pretty rose gold pins.
"It's so pretty...thank you so much."
She smiles at me. "You're welcome, Bray."
"I love it Bray, it fits your little head."
"Thank you, Mom. What time is it?" I ask to go to the bathroom.
"10:47." she yells to me.
I use the bathroom and take a few pictures of my hair before leaving out.
"You ready Bray?" my mom asks, before handing me my purse.
"Yes...thanks again Mrs. G."
"Your welcome, Bray...I'm glad you like it."
I smile widely. "I do."
The three of us walk upstairs to go out the door.
"Okay. Bye Jamie, bye Sophe, bye Mrs. G."
"See you guys." They all say.
"Bye Nita, I'll call you." Mom says before getting into the car.
"Okay." she says.
"Bye you guys." Jamie yells out.
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The Sanative Rose
Teen FictionThe Sanative Rose centers on Bray, your not-so-average 14-year-old girl. She's starting her first year of high school, goes to her first high school party, and falls in love; all things an average 14-year-old would do. What makes her so different fr...