Our Futurity Was Uncalled - For #theshineawardshumour #tga #thespringawards

Too much rush

*Cyrene's POV*

"So, you know, I got GF," (gee eff) Cecilia said and I felt brush strokes on my face. I did her makeup without her looking at the mirror and now, it's my turn. Even though, I can't look at myself, I know that she doesn't have that much experience with makeup, she called foundation a face liner........yeah.

"Oh, congratulations! I didn't know you were a lesbian. And just so you know, it will be 'I got a gf' not 'I got gf'." I say and push away locks of hair that fell on my face.

I hear her laugh, "No, gf means good food!"

Oh, definitely didn't see that coming. But then, she's Cecilia which means she's crazy, so it could've been somewhat predictable. I hear some plastic crumbling, "What are you doing, Cecils?"

"Oh! I shoved a packet of chips on my jacket!" She exclaimed right into my ear. I flinched, of course that seems like something only Cecils would do.

The brush strokes against my face now feels even lighter than before. Cecilia takes a lipstick from the pile of makeup that we have on my vanity and dabs it into my lips, I see her face in front of me; she has her tongue out of her mouth, indicating that she is REALLY concentrating. I slightly open my mouth to make it easier for her and even though I have the idea that she is recreating Miranda Sings' lips, I tell her nothing.

After a few seconds, she back away, her tongue still out and gives a huge grin, "Perfect!"

Just as I am about to ask her if she's done, my phone rings up, I see the caller ID and realise that it's Courtney. I pick up the phone, "Is this Cassinoah Courtney's birth giver?" I hear an old lady's voice in thick British accent.

This is clearly not her grandmother, who could it be? A wave of distress washes over me, what if she met with accident? What if she's done something wrong? But even if she did, why would people be calling and asking if I'm her birth giver?

I look at Cecils, and see that she's frantically moving and waving her hands, wanting to say something as if it's very urgent. She looks as though realisation hit her like a truck.

"No, I'm not her birth giver. Please excuse me for a moment." I say into the phone and hear to what Cecilia has to say.

"So, basically before Derrick was texting Courtney for the date, you know, he had to think where they were going to go, right? So when he was thinking, he thought maybe Courtney would think..."

Seeing that Cecilia will take a million minutes to finally come to the point, "Beat the Bush, Cecilia! I think Courtney's in trouble, a lady called me and she's asking me if I'm her mother!" I say in a hushed voice, so that my voice will not be heard by the lady on the phone.

"Um, um, um, okay, okay, ahhh, where do I start? Just jus tell her that you're her mother!" She whisper shouted.

I hear the old lady speaking, "Oh blimey! I just jus jus got out of the police station, so you you you're saying that she's adopted?"

My eyes bulge out at what the old lady's stating. I look at Cecilia, she looks nervous as ever and she's biting her nails. "You're her mother! You're the mother!" She whisper shouts as if it's a mantra.

My heart beats faster than ever, police station? Why? What did Courtney do? Where did she go? A million questions roams around my head. Even though I am worried, I don't think I'm half as worried as Cecilia because she keeps on repeating, "You're the mother!" over and over again.

On top of all this, the old lady keeps blabbering, "Oh, my John is also adopted. I di didn't even tell him that until he was 21 but when I did, he he he he laughed because he already knew. I absolutely support you if you don't want me to tell your child that she's a a adopted, my dear."