Harry Baby

Chapter 16

After we finally finish opening all the gifts, we start getting ready for my uncles house. I put on the sweater dress and leggings and fringe boots I had on yesterday. I add the charm bracelet my parents gave me and the ring from Santa. I spray some Pink Friday perfume by Nicki Minaj and quickly curly my hair. It takes twenty minutes and I only burn finger twice. I apply some mascara and eye liner and add sparkles to my eye shadow.

"You look really pretty, Cassy," Jessica says standing my door. She's wearing a cute, red Christmas sweater with a Christmas tree on it and a pair of blue jeans. Her hair is tied back in a pony tail.

"Thanks, Jessie," I say putting my makeup away.

"You look cute," I add.

"Are almost ready? We're waiting for you," Maria says joining Jessica. She wearing a red sun dress with a long black sweater.

"Yes, I'm ready," I say grabbing my denim jacket.

"Let's go," I say leading them down stairs. '

"Why do you always take forever?" Georgia asks. She's the tomboy in the family.

"Because teenaged girls want to look nice," I keep it simple.

"Good thing I'm not a teenager," she says. I can't help but laugh at her.

"Hey mom, can I take my new car?" I ask dangling the keys.

"Fine," she sighs.

"I wanna ride," Nicole says.

"Me too," Jessica says.

"What about me? I wanna ride," Ally says.

"So do I," Maria says.

"Am I the I my one who doesn't want to ride in Cassy's new car?" Georgia says.

"You wanna ride, you're just not gonna say it," Nicole says.

"So?" Georgia retorts.

"Girls," I say,silencing them all.

"I'll take Jessie and the twins to Uncle Joey's and I'll take Maria and Ally home. This way all of you can ride in it, and my brand new car isn't too crowded," I say.

"Ok," they all say at once. That was easier than I though it would be. We pile in and head off to our uncles house. The car has leather seats, heat warmers, and the radio stations are already set for me. Thank you Santa. 

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"Why couldn't I ride with Maria and Ally?" Jessica whines. Nicole and Georgia have been arguing nonstop about stupid things such as the song on the radio.

"If I have to suffer, someone else is suffering with me," I says.

"Why couldn't Ally suffer with you?" Jessica asks.

"Because that would have been more suffering for me," I say.

"Maria?"

"Maria ...." I think about what to say, "is the oldest of you five," I say hoping Jessica will be okay with that answer.

"So?" she says crossing her arms.

"Next year I'm going alone," I say under my breath.

"What'd you say?" Nicole asks.

"I didn't say anything," I say turning up the radio.

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We finally arrive at my uncles house. My grandma, aunt, and cousin are smoking on the front porch. My parents pull up to the curb right behind me.

"Yo, cuz, those are some sweet wheels. Did you get those for Christmas?" my cousin, AJ, asks.

"Yeah. They're awesome, right?" I say getting out.

"That's sweet. I wish my parents bought me a car from Christmas," he says taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Mommy and Daddy didn't get it for her," Nicole says.

"Santa did," Georgia adds.

"I'm sure Santa did," AJ says.

"He really did," Jessica says.

"You honestly think my parents would buy this," I say giving him a hug.

"I don't know," he shrugs. We say hello to everyone and go inside.

"Just in time," my other cousin's -Kevin- wife says.

"We're just about to open presents." Of course Maria, Ally, Jessica, Nicole, and Georgia get things like radioes, bows, and other stuff they want. I mainly get gift cards for iTunes and Abercrombie & Fitch. However, my Aunt Lila gave me a pair of yoga pans and matching shirt from Pink.

"Thank you," I say giving her a hug.

"Your welcome," she says hugging me back.

"Food's ready!" Aunt Carol says right after we all finish unwrapping gifts. Wrapping paper covers the floor, and there's a pile of opened presents by the door. I have a feeling that most of that will be going in my car.

Aunt Carol asks everyone if they want manicotti. I take a little bit and fill the rest of my plate with vegetables and a meatball. Aunt Carol makes the best meatballs.

"Who wants to say Grace?" my mom asks after everyone is seated at the table.

"I guess I will," I say since no one else volunteered. "Dear Lord," I start, "thank you for this food we are about to eat, all the wonderful gifts we were given today. Thank you for good health? And for everyone at this table today," I say.

"Amen," half the table says together. The other half starts digging in. I can tell this is going to be a good night.