Being Lana

Chapter 10: Too much to handle

"Could you please set the table," my mom rather demanded then asked.

I took the plates out of a cabinet and headed to the dining room to oblige as she says.

The whole day I was basically occupied with school stuff. Because talking about it would be boring AF, I'm gonna spare you, folks.

I detest the fact that time is flying by when you enjoy a moment and don't want it to, but on the other hand time is flying by, too when you want time to slow down because you don't want to be in an awkward situation. Do you feel me or do you feel me?

I don't feel anything...

Anyway, I spent the last hour and a half trying to find clothes to wear, to slay my makeup and to listen to music.

Emphasis on trying.

The clothing part was my first obstacle. I tend to buy clothes that I fall in love with at first sight but then it gets lost somewhere in Narnia. By the way I don't believe in love at first sight in general because it only exists in stuff like Bollywood movies. Fiction. A much more matching expression should be attraction at first sight.

However, to make amends with my butthurt wardrobe I decided to wear blue high waisted mom jeans with a white lace turtleneck. On top of it I sticked to a black leather jacket and a necklace.

I don't really think I slayed my makeup like NikkieTutorials always does. I just went along with the neutral look and did stuff like my eyebrows, a little bronzer and mascara. It's not like I want to impress.

Exclusive myself.

Afterwards, I entangled the bird's nest I woke up with and just clipped my former fringe - it's not really a fringe anymore when it reaches my shoulder - to the bag of my head.

This hairstyle is my go-to because let's be real nobody has time for something else when my natural hair is not as easy to tame as Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon. In particular when numerous strands of frizzy and curly black hair, accentuated by a few natural brown highlights, come to a halt in the middle of my back.

I didn't feel the need to shower because it's not like I have the type of hair that's greasing. Curly African hair is happy when you give it moisture. Plus I showered yesterday night because of my special date.

Present were Food, Netflix and Bed the third one being the only one I slept with.

Almost half way through my Sing Along Challenge, my mom screamed from downstairs to turn the volume down.

How she managed to drown out my music playing the loudest on my speakers from a whole different floor, is apparently going to stay an unsolved mystery.

Now it's almost seven. My mom works like a robot on the food, sending orders frequently my way. My part is to stay out of her way without talking. She claims she needs silence because otherwise she can't give her food the love and attention it needs.

Her words not mine.

"I don't want to wear this, dad. I look so stupid," Jake complains, tugging at his mini tuxedo. Rob isn't wearing a tuxedo jacket like Jake is, but still is perfecting his tie next to Jake in the mirror.

"You don't look stupid, kiddo. I don't want you to grow out of this suit without having worn it at least one time," Rob turns around, lowering himself to the floor.

"It's so," Jake pulled at his tie again, "...itchy."

Rob took Jake's tie off, playfully shaking his head, "Fine, no tie then."