My life as a Fulani girl.

Chapter twenty-five

friday- Prom

  "what?!" She yelled.

  I cringed and took the phone away from my ear.

   "young lady calm down" I said getting agitated on how she was shouting at me.

   she sounded like Mama

   "dont young lady me!" I can picture her rolling her eyes right now "its not everyday your best friends tells you she's not attending prom!! After you told me you where going to go!!" she yelled.

   "Aaliyah stop the yelling and lets talk like normal people!"

   "I swear to god if you tell me not to yell one more time I'll leave home right now and come spank your sorry ass!"

   wow she is really mad. I dont really see the big deal though, I've already made up my mind and that's it.

   the wind outside blows my uncovered hair and i shivered.

   "Aaliyah I'm sorry please stop shouting, you'll give me headache" I quietly said massaging my scalp.

   "ok ok, I've vent my anger, please why aren't you going, did Ayman say no?"

    "No not really, I couldn't find a dress" I replied.

     "Hanina I can come over right now and we'll find a dress before prom, please you have to go" she pleaded.

    I frowned and sighed "I'm sorry Aaliyah, I've already made up my mind"

   I hear her sigh from the other end before replying "you're lucky its your birthday, I can't stay mad at you"

   I chuckled "oh yes, I've forgotten ma"

    "stupid child, listen I have to go, I'm washing my hair. Bye and happy birthday baby"

   "thanks" I laughed before ending the call.

   I slumped back side-ways on the swing chair and wrapped the tartan blanket around me.

    I plan on having a lazy day today, ofcourse I'll occasionally check snap chat to see how the prom is going

   prom will be starting by 7 and its already 1:40, I'm pretty sure everyone is running up and down making show everything is perfect.

   I sighed and rubbed my eyes, my instinct are telling me this will be the worse sweet sixteen ever.

   "sup Nina"

   I looked up and saw Ayman sitting down on the white swing chair opposite mine. He had a saucer in his hand and a yummy looking dessert on top of it.

    my stomach grumbled and that was when I remembered I didn't even eat breakfast.

   "Ayman I'm hungry" I sat down and faced him, my hair covering half of my face.

   he smiled smugly and replied "you're hungry I'm Ayman"

  what?

"I'm serious" I glared at him

"no you're hungry" he replied with a lopsided smile on his face.

   "are you joking?" I said annoyed at what he was doing.

   "no stupid, I'm ayman"

Urghh!! That's it!

  I grabbed the cushion beside me and threw it at him.

    "oooo picanté" he tsk-tsked and then started laughing.

   I grumbled something under my breath and continued glaring at him.