I groan as my mom showed me a puffy dress,"Tita, I don't wanna wear it!"
She poked out her lips in protest,"But it's so pretty! Of course you're going to wear it to your graduation!"
I huffed and puffed like the big bad wolf all the way to the cash register. My mom paid the long bearded man, smiling happily. Tita pulled my arm again and marched out of the store - which was, by the way, labeled "Dresses, Shoes, Glamor!". Just the name makes it seem the store will burst with glitter.
"Spark you never like anything I buy you," My mom complained. She acts differently every day (today was still-young-mom). The therapist said it would help her, but to me it makes her look crazy,"I don't even know how your makeup kit ended up in the sewage drain downtown."
I stared at my dirt-covered shoes and smiled secretly. That was one of my talents, hiding things. I've been nicknamed Hid at school because of my excellent hiding skills.
She sighed and pushed her hair back into a side ponytail. Her heels clicked against the concrete as we neared our light gray minivan. I yanked at the door handle, it was always hard to open it.
My mom plugged the keys into the car. I pulled down the thingie with the mirror on it, I really need to learn what's it called.
My orange hair puffed up all over the place. I frowned and ran two fingers over a familiar blond streak. I turned my head at Tita. Her long, silky brown hair flowed perfectly out of her head and tied to the side. It always feels like I'm not even related to her, but when I did a DNA test (don't ask) it came back positive. As in positive that we're related.
Gosh, I think a lot. Lot. The word lot always reminds me of the word love. Love is strange. Just like how I'm strange for trailing off from my hair to love. I flick a finger at one of my temples. That always gets weird thoughts out of my head.
"Come on, Spark. We're home!" Tita says in a sing-song voice and snatches the bright pink shopping bag out of the back seat.
I open the door and step outside. My mom shuffles through her purse for the key. I slunk down onto the front steps. This was going to take awhile.
Mrs. Peables, our next door neighbor, was watering the daisies outside her door. A slobbery pug hobbled over to her, face planting before getting up and running.
She spotted me and waved,"Nice day you having, Hun?" Her smile made creases in her face.
Tita struggled with the key and was at the point to breaking down the door. I smiled back at Mrs. Peables and helped her out.
"Thank you," My mom shook her hands as I unlocked the door. She stepped inside after me and set down the bag as if it weighed five-hundred pounds.
Tita settled down into the bean bag near the TV. She yawned, her sharp teeth showing.
"Girl, could you fetch me some brownies? I'm starving!" She turned to look at me. Her furry ears twitched and her tail wagged happily,"Make sure to make them with extra chocolate!"
