Let Me Sleep On It

Chapter 1

        Written by: JadeHero330

Chapter 1

“So if you have to check the person’s pulse on his neck then on his wrist, how come so many doctors just check one place? Shouldn’t they be more thorough?” I heard Taffy (aka Tiffany my best friend) ask Brawnsie our apartment mate.

“Taffy, I believe you’re thinking of all the movie scenarios you watched on television this summer. Doctors are thorough and as far as I can tell check the pulse anywhere they can get one. You don’t want to make a mistake or you could lose your license.” I smiled continuing to stare at the bowl of cereal in front of me, Chex Mix, as Brawnsie went on, “Besides, all you have to worry about, Taffy is whether or not you check the pulse on the wrist and the neck.”

I looked up at the two sitting on the couch in the apartment living room. Then I laughed directing my statement to Taffy, “I think you have a bit more studying to do before the hospital will grant you your license.”

Taffy turned and stuck her tongue out at me, giving me that look which said Oh, poo, think what you like. I know you’re only kidding anyways. I smiled again, finishing off my bowl of Chex Mix. Brawnsie gave me a high five when I walked past her towards the kitchen to rinse out my bowl in the sink.

“You guys are so mean! I can’t help it if I ask silly questions. It’s my nature.” Taffy put on that cute little pouty face she wore any time Brawnsie and I teased her.

“You’ll get over it.” I said.

Brawnsie stood and slipped on her jelly shoes. “Well, I gotta go to class, but I’ll see you guys at lunch.” Then she disappeared out the door with her purple bag in tow.

I turned to look expectantly at Taffy. “What do you want to do now? We have a couple hours before we have to be at the hospital for trials.”

She got that expression on her face that told me she had an idea all along and was going to use it to get back at me for making fun of her. Great. “Well…I heard about this new club for people eighteen and older called Pop-It-Chic. I think we should go check it out.”

Sometimes I wondered if Taffy was really serious about becoming a doctor. I mean, she had the capabilities and she was smart enough, but she never seemed to be, well, serious about learning all she needed to learn. Taffy knew I hated parties, let alone clubs. I guess this will teach me to be more careful when I tease her.

Ugh. “Fine, let’s go.” I said very unhappily. Taffy jumped up and hugged me then about tore my arm off yanking me into our room.

“We aren’t going anywhere until we change that…tomboy outfit you have on.”

I glanced down at my attire: faded blue jeans and a t-shirt with the words ‘Yo!’ printed across the top. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

Taffy got a disgusted look on her face. “Believe me; you don’t want me to answer that.” So she got to work, poking and prodding me until I felt like a Barbie doll.

When I finally go the chance to look in the mirror, I was amazed at what I saw. The girl staring back at me looked nothing like me. She was wearing pink lipstick and eye shadow. Her sleek, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail with three braids hanging down. The outfit she wore was breathtaking: form-fitting jeans that flared out at the bottom and a ripped and tied, white and red striped t-shirt that said ‘Rock’ on the front.

“See, Keita, you’re beautiful. Now let’s go!” Taffy grasped my hand and pulled me outside to the car.

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