Total 360° (Interracial)

Chapter 14: Revenge is best served cold.....or wet.

  Note: Please read the A/N at the end...IMPORTANT!!!

I woke up that morning with a smile on my face and hopped out my bed. Actually, I woke up with a groan and a snort and rolled off my bed until I hit the cold, hard ground with a thun, which, by the way, is very comfortable when you were as tired as I was. It was way too early to be up. It wasn’t even five, yet, my mom found some excuse to wake me up. Yes, you heard, I mean read it correctly, my mom’s back.

  “Girl get your ass off that floor!” She yelled from my doorway. This activity happens once a week. She wakes me up before five, and then checks on me a half an hour later to find me sprawled out on my floor. It’s a routine now. I groaned and raised my body off my ever so comfy floor. Shuffling to my bathroom and yarning, EW, I need to brush my teeth, I switched on the light and looked in the mirror……not a pretty sight.

  After curing my bad breath and washing the sleep from my eye, I returned to my room to find an outfit. It took everything in me not to jump back into my warm cocoon. A purple button down shirt and a black business pants later, I found myself in a nice warm shower. I felt my muscles loosen. Another yell from my mother to hurry up, drove me out of its warmth. I quickly threw on my clothes after fully lotioning my body and approached my accessory box, my jewelry already planned out. Purple and gold earrings, gold crucifix necklace and of course, my rubber bracelets that matched with my purple pumps. Did I mention that strappy heels are my deathtraps? I can NOT walk in them at all.

  Yarning, I descended the stairs, expecting the usual, cereal. Instead, I saw grits, pancakes and bacon. ’What’s going on here?’ I thought. I grabbed a plate and took my serving. I sat at the table, savoring my meal. Half-way through, she entered modeling a brown long sleeved blouse and dress pants.

  “Hurry up sweetie,” She planted a kiss on my forehead.

  ‘Err, what’s she up to?' My eyes trailed after her as she danced through the kitchen.

  “I have a date.” She answered my internal question proudly.

  I chocked on my bacon, “I’m sorry, what?”

  “I’m going on a date soon,” She explained, speaking very slowly as if to a child.

  I jumped off my chair and to her side. It’s not often my mom went on a date. We should celebrate! “When, where, why, who?” I questioned, “And why am I now being told this?”

  “Because I was waiting on you to explain why you came home at eleven at night looking frustrated.”

  I cringed, “Yeah, about that.”

  She sat me down and took one herself, looking my straight in the eye. This was never good. It meant she was serious. Very serious. “Speak.” She instructed.

  I took a deep breath and,”IwentotheconcertwithSofieandIlostherandsomeguytriedtofeelmeupbutJamesstoppedhimthenJamesbasicallycalledmeaslutafter.”

  She took a few moments to comprehend what I had just said. I didn’t mind. I needed a minute to catch my breath. “Hell no!” then a few seconds later it was followed by “You must be joking, no HE must be joking!” She paced around the room.

  “Ma, you’ll create a draft,” I said jokingly. “And don’t worry about it right now. I have a performance today.” I rejoiced.

  Her face lightened up, “Oh yes, come on, and we’re not getting there late this time.” She grabbed her keys and vanished through the door.

  Setting my plate in the sink, I released a loud groan, “Yes ma’am.” Clearly knowing she couldn’t hear me.

  “Good morning sister, how are you?” A lady, who probably bathed in perfume, greeted us as we entered the church. Yes, you read right. We’re at the church an hour away from home. Smart, right? Oh my gosh, my eyes! They burn! What the hell is the name of that poison? Ugh! I deserted my mother to prepare for my performance. Church service was only an hour long but since I went on last, I have sufficient time to hyperventilate. Oh the joy!