White Summer

Sister of Truth

          "Lana, you can't lie to your mom, be honest if she let you go to New York alone then let her know where you are going"

I rolled her eyes and called her mom as they were walking out of Macy's and towards the subway. A few rings later her mom finally picked up,

"Mom what if I was about to die and you didn't pick up the phone fast enough?"

"Well I hear you speaking don't I? So you are obviously alive. Anyways whats up baby?"

"Well the street play was boring so we walked into Macy's and I met this girl named Gaby and she invited us to her place in the Hamptons."

"The Hamptons? Hm, are her parents home?"
I was about to lie, but Gaby grabbed the phone.

"Hello, I'm Gaby, no my parents are not home, but there are gonna be a group of teen socialites so not only is it a safe and great opportunity it is a better option than them staying out in the streets"

"Could you give the phone back to my daughter?" My phone was handed back to me and I was scared of the response, my mom had no filter.

"Well Gaby is a confident one, and she is right I'd rather you making connections with classy people than with rapists" I started laughing,
"Anyways go have fun still text me every half hour, white people are crazy!"
I was dying.
"Ok mom bye I love you."
We had just made it as the doors to the subway opened up and people were hauling in like a bunch a wild animals. Gaby sat on her friend Yazmin's lap which confused me since Yazmin was only a bit bigger than I was and Gaby was a whole head bigger. Her other friend suggested I sit on hers and I still had yet to learn her name. She said it over three times, but I was real life Dory!
   Kelly was on top of Austin's sitting across from us. Austin had his typical pose going on, his pinky nail in his mouth while stretched back with his elbow on the window sill. My inner germaphobe wanted to slap him because he had no idea who could have sneezed on that. I chose though to remain calm and cool so I decided to check out my newly acquired friends or friends to be.
I see that Yazmin is hispanic with thick black hair. The only reason I pick that detail up first is because she is covering her face concentrating on clipping her split ends with her tiny eyebrow scissors. Her hair drops a bit and I can see her stereotype Asian eyes.
"Yazmin I love your eyebrows they are so clean and shaped really nicely," I was in love that they were thick like her hair but they were also skinny. They were rectangular up until the end where they angled into a sharp point.
The bus started to hit a few bumps as it was coming to a stop and causing Yazmin to poke herself with the scissors.
"PINCHE WEY AY!" She screamed out and Spanish I laughed as the clearly only English speaker beneath me was confused.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and saw the difference between our skin tones, I hadn't even caught much of a tan yet but to her it was an extreme difference. Her camisole resulted in me being able to witness her tan lines and I laughed that her paleness could get even paler.

"Pinche wey, is an expression it doesn't really have a translation you can say it when you have an extremity of emotion. For example she felt hurt and instead of saying ow she said pinche wey. Or you can say it when your feeling yourself and are like 'Pinche wey look at me!'"

Yazmin looked up at me and said, "Boriqua?" Asking if I was Puerto Rican.

"Verdad, y tambien Equatoriana y Italiana" I told her I was also Ecuadorian and Italian and she gave me a smirk of approval.
As we walked off Austin and Kelly spoke in Spanish to Yazmin and we had obviously clicked with her very fast.

We were standing on a street that wasn't as crowded and filled with cursing sailors and traffic. There were a few casual smokers that passed ruining the fresh air, but maintains the New York atmosphere. A few stars shone as it was dimmer here with the absence of as many streetlights. Of course the hotels one each block made up for the light which is why it wasn't a complete country sky.
I looked over at Gaby who was on the phone and decided to eavesdrop a bit.