What if you were told that your living your life a lie? You'd be Confused right?
That's exactly how Kymbella felt when she was told...Well, she wasn't exactly 'Kymbella'. Not only having to cope with figuring out who she really is, but finding it ou...
I sat on top the stairs with a scowl plastered onto my face. I was beyond pissed while I watched my mother prance around the house with a pink pastel box.
"Look, Kymbella. Look what I have." She sung from the bottom of the stairway.
While sitting to the top of the stairway, I was still able to see her clearly. She stopped and held the box up in the air while my facial expression never changed:
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"Come on, come open it." She said loudly. My father walked down the hall with a gift bag in his hand. He looked at the box my mother had, then up at me.
"Baby girl. Please come down. I was told to give this gift specifically to you.", He called.
I rolled my eyes. "Who's it from?"
My mother looked down at the box she was holding before looking at my father. "This is from the Banks'."
My father nodded and gestured to the bag he was holding. "So is this one."
Why the hell would I accept gifts from someone whom I didn't even know. I was mad enough about what Chance shared with me a few nights ago. He said he couldn't talk about it but my father had a deal brewing that involved me.
"Send it back." I growled.
My mother scoffed, "Of course not. Now, come open it."
I stood up to my feet in my oversized hoodie, leggings, and fuzzy socks. I slowly walked down the stairs purposely. Once I got to the bottom, I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I don't know what's wrong with you. You don't ever want to do anything, just sit around in the house wrapped up in some... Jacket." She said while handing over the box. Instead of replying, I just stared at her.
She raised her eyebrows. "Well.", She gestured at the box. I sighed purposely and slightly because I was already tired of standing on my feet.
I hurriedly opened the box while my mother and father watched me. I took the top off and tossed it on the floor before doing the same with all the colorful tissue paper.
I pulled out a thin strapped wine colored Alexander Wang fitted dress. I nodded my head before stuffing it back in the box.
My mother smiled at the sight of me rushing through the bag that my father handed me. It was loaded with the same tissue paper, and it all ended up on the floor with the rest.
I pulled out a Yves Saint Laurent Python envelope clutch and then a pair of Christian Louboutin snakeskin wedges. They were two different brands but very identical. I nodded my head before closing the box and putting the things away.
