Opposites Attract

Night With Pros and Cons

Weeks Later

I opened up the locker to which the things I use to express my self were; my closet. Mommy decided to go on a girls night out since it was just us girls in the house and Shane was just NO FUN all he does is talk on the phone,study and go on Facebook, he doesnt bathe unless hes going out or school and he just went out 12 times since hes doing 12 subjects. So you know he smells like rotten sardine. Child,that smell , owweee..

Instincc is next weekend and I havent started shopping. Mommy be angry cause she said we buy too much stuff and aint wearing it. Thats truu every Christmas I give up my clothes for charity but not shoe i ❤ them too much.

I was furrowing through my overpack closet. I was in the process of putting my clothes in order so you know  my room was so messy.. I couldnt wear jean shorts cause that be too tacky for dinning at the Pegasus Hotel . I finally came upon my  royal blue maxi sheer skirt with a split way up to my thigh ,I didnt want to show off my legs so I wore my royal blue short tights underneath. I looked all over the room for my  white cotton bustier, after finding it in my bathroom cabinet,weird tho..

Brushing back my hair and putting a simple bandeau around  it, I just washed my face. No jewelry,no makeup .Just lip balm and your gurl looked banging. I  slipped on my brown strappy sandals . Sprayed on some perfume and ya gurl was ready.

I waited downstairs,patiently ,my mom prolly wanna go out tonight to get over dad being gone. I swear when he just leaves,she wants to go out every night. I loved these times..  I turned on the TV and Bring It was on,O..I loved me some Dancing Dolls. I was then disrupted by my mother. She stand above me wearing her a white hi-lo maxi dress that  she made look perfect with some normal sandals. You could see that my mom was older than me but she didnt look like her age at all. She smirked at me...

We called telling Shane we werent home. Walking silently to her car ,we got in and Chandelier start playing. When we reached at a stoplight.

."1-2-3,1-2-3,Drink,1-2-3,1-2-,"I was cut off  through my jam hearing Celine Dion voice in the car. Celine is a great artist but this isnt the time in 21st century to hear her. I snapped my head towards Momny,where she was trying to hit the high notes as Celine. She saw my look.

."When you get your own vehicle you play what ever you want niqqa,"She said . Did she just call me a niqqa ,Pause.Replay."niqqa,niqqa,niqqa",I played that in my head so I could come to it that my 38 year old mother just called me niqqa. I couldnt even find a reply at how surreal the moment was,I just had to laugh....

Wait till Shane hear this....

When she finally found a parking space,we got out of the vehicle and we walked to the receptionist.

"Reservations for Rennicks" did I tell you my  parents got eloped. I wasnt there because they did it the exact day he was going back to the U.S.A.,my grandmas are still angry that they didnt have a big fling but Mommy promised them they will in December.

After we were escorted to our table. Mommy was so zoned out in her phone the whole dinner ,I thought I was the mother and she was the teenager. She was obviously textin her sisters or cousin. Who else textin her ass??? *crickets* Noone

I didnt wanted to look dumb so I logged into FB ,the weirdest thing was that I had 99+ friend request , 500 notifications,45 messages. I was so shocked.

I screened shot it and send it to Renae and Shane and said NosyJamaicansDoShitLike.

I checked my pro pic,once 150 blossomed to 615 my cover photo was at 259  . These people were nosy asf. I accepted Zayn's friends,relatives and Shane's friend and some of my cousins and Renae, thats like 50 out out of the 100+ requests,others can stay on followers list. I looked at some of the notifications and replied to the important messages. Thats it and I logged off...