Chapter 4:
"I'm having second thoughts about this." I said slowly.
"You agreed to this, so too bad." Xavier responded with a smirk.
Damn him.
"Done." Said the women as she stepped back and spun the chair around so that I could see myself in the mirror.
I gasped as I saw my reflection. My almost-black hair was completely straight and looked so much longer. So not my style...
"She used something, called relaxer or something, to keep your hair straight for a while. Even if it gets wet, it'll still stay straight afterwards. That's just incase, some liquid falls on you while your at the party." X said with a thumbs-up.
"It actually lasts a couple months, sir." The lady responded, looking bored.
I shrieked. Even though I looked better with straight hair, I loved my normally curly hair. Oh, he is so dead. Not only that but if I went to the party with straight hair AND went to school with straight hair for a couple months, wouldn't people notice and say something? Yes, yes they would. Damnit, why did X have to be so stupid sometimes?
"Hey, don't get mad. It's just a small precaution."
"SMALL? You think this is small?! You idiot! You know what....I'm not even gonna bother yelling at you. Can you let me go change, before we're late to the party?"
"Whatever." He responded with his eyes narrowed. The lady shifted uncomfortably beside him. "Oh right. Here you go, lady." My brother said as he handed her a $20 bill. She pierced her big fat lips. "The name's Candy." She shook her head and left.
Candy? Seriously? Sheesh. Mothers are getting lazier by the generation...
I went up to my room, only to find that my mother had already picked an outfit for me.
"Here you go, darling. Put this on. I wore it for a party when I was your age. It would look beautiful on you." She said with a sad smile. That same sad smile was the one that made me listen to her. It made me sad to see how a beautiful girl such as herself had turned into a women with two children and a broken heart. Making her happy seemed like one of my life-long goals. So yet again, I had to nod and push my preferences aside.
"Thank you, mom. I love you." I said as I came over to hug her. She hugged me back weakly and smiled.
"Now go on, go party. No curfew, just have fun."
And that is one of the reasons I love my mom. It's like a give-and-take with my mom. I do whatever makes her happy, and she gives me freedom. As simple as that. For some reason, I have a feeling she views me as herself sometimes. She lends me her old clothes, gives me advice, and encourages me to always be a leader in my school. Why? I have no idea.
She left my room soon after and I looked at the dress she had laid down on my bed.
OH HELL NO.
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"This is by far, the worst day ever!" I said in frustration.
"Oh stop overreacting, you look awesome. Looks like my ol' Bethany has come back." My brother said with a grin.
"Shut up or I will I beat you up."
"Yep, it's Bethany again!"
The car pulled up in front of a large white fence. By the looks of it, whatever was behind the fence was pretty valuable.
"I'm guessing this it." My brother said as he drove closer to it. A guy in a fancy black suite, came to us. My brother pulled down the window.
"Mr. Xavier?"
