This morning I woke up around 6 something AM, I showered, put my braids in a high ponytail, and changed into a sky blue tank top that says "I ❤️ Harry Styles"
I put on dark blue cut-off shorts, and black vans, with blue ankle socks on, which weren't showing. I put on my favorite Jolly Rancher flavored lip gloss. Moving falling braids from my face, I began to study myself in the mirror. A bruise on my cheek showed a little, but no one pays attention to me. So i'll be fine. After I flicked the light off, I ran out of the bathroom, grabbing my WWE titled and covered bag, and walked to Augustas room, which was on the other side of the hall, and knocked. She's taking so long, I bet she isn't halfway done. "AUGUSTA MARIE! Are you flipping done?" I yelled through the door. I heard her tense voice yelling back. "Almost! I'm just struggling with my hair."
"Want me to help?!" I yelled back in reply. In about 15 seconds, the door opened, and she pulled me inside, walking to her bathroom, "I dont know what to do with it," she paused and stared at my hair "Yours looks beautiful." I smiled, "Thanks." I grabbed part of hair and felt it, it was very thick. Augusta's hair went to her shoulders..Now I know what to do with it. I did cornrows in the front of her hair, they were going straight back. Then I stopped them in the center part of her head, and made the rest of the undid hair puffy and curly, I put a white headband-bow on her head. She smiled and hugged me. "This hairstyle rocks, Sage!"
I looked at her outfit, which was a jean romper suit, with a black cardigan to subdue it. and she had on black and gold Air Jordans. Shiny lipgloss, and pearl earrings in her ears. She also had on a long silver cross necklace. She turned around and posed. "Digging the outfit, huh?" She said.
Oh, you have no idea. "Hell yeah! I should definently take fashion sense after you."
Augusta blew her gold-painted fingernails, "Yes, you should."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, Augusta grabbed her purple and green multi-colored bag, and we both walked downstairs.
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When I arrived at school, a couple of white girls looked at my hair. I heard one whisper, "Why do black girls always have to have some type of weave?" They started giggling.
Bitch, because we want too. About to clock you upside the head leaving your blonde ass extensions on the damn ground.
As I continued to walk, I felt warm hands cover my eyes. "Guess who?"
I playfully elbowed my anonymous person in the side. "Hi, Jon."
I heard his low laugh, then uncovering my eyes, he wrapped his arms around me as he spun me around to him. "You look beautiful."
I looked at his outfit and smiled. "And you look sexy."
Jon dramatically threw a hand in the air, with his other against his chest, having a flabbergasting look on his face. "No one has ever said that to me." Wiping a fake tear from his eye.
I was laughing hard on how retarded he looked and sounded, I playfully hit his arm. "Oh you know thousands of people have." HIs white, pearly smile took over my eyes. He just looks so beautiful, which I just now noticed, that his accent is not American. "Jon, you're not American?"
He shook his head know, while looking forward. "I'm Italian." I was cheesing hard now, i've got a cute white, Italian boy who can dress good going on a date with me, a normal black girl. Life felt so good.
We walked to our lockers, holding hands, his was right next to mine. So we talked more instead of getting our materials.
"Hey, Sage!"
I turned and felt my whole body stiffen as I saw Tajia. I did a quick "yes" of victory and ran to my former best friend, hugging her tightly.
"How? When? Where?!" I yelled.
I looked back at Jon, with a confused face expression. I laughed and gave him the one minute sign, and turned back to Tajia.
"Well, my Auntie said I can come to this school to be with you mainly because I have bad grades, had too much niggas on my back, and got into too many ratchet fights, that of course I won." She perked her lips, looking ghetto as shit.
"I love your Aunt Rea! Oh and Tajia this is Jon, my former date tonight." I pointed to him as she looked at him.
Jon nodded, smiled, and waved then scratched the back of his neck. "Hey, whats up." Tajia smirked. "Ohhhh...The cute white meat I see," She walked to him. "When you gone have her back? Dont think about sexing her so she can pop out some mixed babies. Ya hear?"
Embarrassed, I pulled her back. Jon had a what the bloody type of face expression, and I dont blame him. Changing the subject, Jon spoke, before getting his materials when the bell rung. "Nice to meet you Tajia." Then he scurried off, his legs moving fast.
I looked back at Tajia. "Really, really?" She rolled her neck at me. "Yes, really." I rolled my neck back, "Dont roll your neck at me." She then rolled hers coming closer, "Dont make me snap ya damn neck."
I laughed grabbing her hand. "Lets get your schedule, chea."
