MISTY

MISTY | 14

MISTY | 14

I looked at myself in the mirror, looking at the black and gold dress on me. I turned different angles, looking at my shape beginning to feel self conscious.

"How that one fit?" America yelled from the other side of the dressing room.

"Um, I don't know how to feel about it." I told her truthfully.

"Lemme see." She yelled and I sighed then open the curtain and turned around.

"Bitch, you look sexy as fuck! Yo body look bomb as fuck, when you get yo hair and nails, bitch! Get this fucking dress! You gone be one fine ass 18 year old." She yelled at me and I giggled.

"Okay! Okay! Imma get it." I told her giggling then walked back into the dressing room.

I looked at myself once more in the mirror again, giving myself a smile. I shook my head then took the dress off. I changed into my other clothes then took the dress to the cash register. The white lady at the cash register looked me up and down then back at the dress.

"Your total is 238.41, will you be paying with cash or card?" She said with a smirk in her voice.

"Cash." I told her giving her a fake ass smile and pull out the wad of cash Killa gave me for my birthday.

She had a shocked look on her face but quickly covered it with a smile, taking the 3 hundreds I handed her. She gave me the change and told us to have a nice day and I took the bag and walked out, right beside America.

"Okay we gotta get you some shoes, get yo nails did, and get hair did, oh yeah come with me and get a wax!" She said and I gave her a skeptical look.

"Ion know bout all that honey, I'm fine with my razors." I told her and she scoffed.

"Girl, all the damn razor bumps and ingrown hair yo ass gone keep getting, come on! Yo girl gone be looking so pretty!" She told me and I still shook my head.

"Unt-unt." I said and she huffed.

"Okay, if you do it, I'll take us to Kickin' Crab after this!" She said and I bit my lip thinking about it, then nodded my head.

"Ah, I knew yo greedy ass was gone say yeah, come on!" She said and the rest of our day was filled with pain from waxing, from being on my feet, and getting my hair did.

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NEXT DAY - MISTY'S 18 BIRTHDAY

"What you think he gotchu for you yo' birthday?" America asked Misty as they their nails did.

"I don't know, I mean, he done did enough for me already, he paid for all this shit and my party at that club on 27th." Misty said truthfully as she watched the lady put the gold pieces on her ring finger nail.

"Well true, but a nigga like him always doing some extra." America commented and Misty nodded her head in agreement.

Meanwhile while they were getting they're nails did, Killa was driving back from picking up Misty's Rose Gold custom diamond tennis bracelet and some else special. Shit costed him 12k, 2k just to get her initials in there but it was worth it. He ain't know what to feel for shawty, he ain't think love her, but he felt some for her. She was the only person he cared for besides Manhattan.

She made him mad and pushed him to levels unknown, but he had love for her lil ass. She his, only his, he would kill her and another nigga if they thought it was some different. Killa had a lot of demons on his conscious though, he was feeling paranoid. Life was going too smooth, felt too perfect, and none ain't perfect in a world of reality. He still couldn't find BJ's killer and it kilt him everyday, because he knew BJ only died because of him.