" You know I love you right?" He plead
"After what you did, that's difficult to believe," I said, turning away from him.
"Keevah, don't go with my child, please." He added, "I'm sorry baby, but you two are essential to my life; without you, I'm noth...
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My stupid alarm went off. It's too early for this.
" ughhh " I muttered, stretching my hand over to turn it off as my mother stormed through the door.
" Keevah get up now, you're going to be late for school," she said, clapping her hands, and I sighed once more.
"OK, OK, I get it, can you kindly get out so I can dress?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
And, as a reminder, my mother is Latina, so don't, I repeat, don't, talk to her with attitude, and I assume she noticed me rolling my eyes because she gave me the look that said, 'Imma let this one slip, do it again I dare you.' I'm lucky she didn't take off her slippers and throw it at me.
"Ugh, I already despise Los Angeles," I murmured, putting my hand in front of my face to shield the sun as I walked to the bathroom.
I groaned as I looked in the mirror......my hair was a bird nest, my mascara was smudged from yesterday night's family event, and I'm wearing one of my brother's old big black hoodie ugh I look a disaster
"Mama," I shouted, searching for my missing makeup bag and hair brush.
"Cuál es tu problema, niña?" she said with her hand on her hips ( translation: what is your problem, girl )
And note that everytime she speaks in Spanish you speak back in Spanish.
"Dónde está mi bolsa de maquillaje y mi cepillo para el cabello?" I ask still looking around ( translation: where is my makeup bag and my hair brush?)
" Oh," she added as she walked out the door and returned seconds later with my makeup bag.
"Thank you," I murmured as I took it from her.
"It was in your closet, your brothers or sister has your brush," she stated as she walked out.
I stepped into my brother's room to find them both fighting as usual.
"Did you see my hair brush, Kyle and Kyrie?" I ask, and they both stop fighting and glance at me.
" No keevah, ask Khole," they both said, and they resumed their fight. I went straight to my sister's room, where I saw her putting on lip gloss.
A fifth-grader applying lip gloss Wow, whatever the case may be, all I know is that she better have my brush.
"Khole, have you seen my hair brush?" I asked, hands on my hips.
"Oh yeah....here it is," she remarked as she handed me my hairbrush.
" thank you " I said and ran straight and oh how I've regretted it
"deja de correr en mi casa" my mom shouted so loud that even people who were passing by our house heard (translation: stop running in my house)
"losiento mama" I said and started getting dress ( translation: sorry mama)
