Augmentation: Eye of Kimberly

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

KIMBERLY

"Hey, are you okay?" Raven asked concerned in my face.

"I'm fine." I brushed off and walked out of Rec.

Raven is seventeen years old. She's a senior at Brentwood High School, along with myself. I met her at my Grandma's neighborhood recreational center. At the time, we were thirteen years old. She's a versatile girl. Very bubbly. Gives off grunge vibes. Artsy. Brown skinned and short. Her skin was radiant. She was beautiful.

I know you're wondering who I am. I'm Kimberly. Kimberly Michelle Jones. Also known as Kimmy, Kim, or Blanco. I'm eighteen years old. I'm a senior at Brentwood High School. I lost my mother at the age of eleven. My father has always been in and out of my life. My life is one huge rollercoaster. I remember when times were simpler. I wish there was a rewind option in life.

"Kimmy, are you ready baby?" My grandma yelled from downstairs.

Shannon, my foster mom, is picking me up. Me and her have a good relationship. We've become so close, I even call her "Ma". She takes me to my grandma's every now and then. My grandma was the only family member who kept in contact after my mother passed away.

"Yeah." I replied while bringing my belongings downstairs.

"I enjoyed your company this weekend." She smiled warmly.

"I did as well." I hugged her.

"I love you." She said while walking to the front porch.

"I love you more!" I waved off.

After placing every bag in the trunk, I slammed it, and made my way to the passenger seat.

"So, how was it?" My foster mom cheesed.

"How was what?"

"This weekend!" She exclaimed.

"It was fun", "Grandma is a character." I laughed.

"What'd y'all do?"

"The usual." I slanted my eyes.

"Okay." She grinned.

"What'd you do with Derek?" I added emphasis on his name, teasing her.

"We went on a friendly date, nothing extravagant." She rolled her eyes.

"That sounds fun to me." I giggled.

"He's a dork."

"What?" I cut her off while laughing.

"He's a cutie!" She joined in with the laughter.

"You're wicked." I glanced at her.

"He has potential, but he wants to be more than friends. That's the problem."

We joined in on laughter and made our way home within twenty minutes. I dragged my suitcases, took my shoes off at the door,  and placed my coat on the coat rack.

"Did you eat?"

"Not before I left."

"Well, I got some grilled chicken, asparagus, and some macaroni and cheese already cooking. I had to cut it off when I went and got you, but it's almost done." She smiled.

"Sounds good!" I went upstairs carrying my weekend's luggage.

I unpacked my suitcases and threw the worn clothes in my dirty clothes hamper. I picked out an outfit for school tomorrow. Casual but Chic. Once I completed that part of my nightly routine, I headed to the bathroom to shower.

"Beyoncé?" I looked at my phone, questioning who to play in the shower. Instead, I played my mix of R&B women including; Beyoncé, Tamar & Toni Braxton, Kelly Price, Whitney Houston, Jazmine Sullivan, Mariah Carey, Keyshia Cole, etc.

I stepped into the hot water releasing my hair from its usual puff. My scalp screamed as I finally let my hair breathe.

"Oh baby, baby, we belong together!" I sang along while washing up.

"Kimmy, dinner's ready!" Shannon yelled.

"Okay!" I yelled back.

Fifteen minutes went by and I ended up getting out of the shower, drying my body off, applying lotion and perfume. I grabbed my phone and went downstairs.

"Plate's on the table." She said.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." She said sitting in her recliner, watching her shows.

Shannon watches things like 'Criminal Minds', 'Law and Order: SVU', 'Being Mary Jane', etc.

"This is so good!" I say while stuffing my mouth.

"You're a mess." She snickered.

"What's really tea?"

"Girl, what are you talking about?" She squinted her eyes at me, having one eyebrow raised.

"Your love life."

I washed my plate and fork off, looking directly at her from the sink.

"I miss my man." She sighed.

"I knew it!" I exclaimed, laughing hard as ever.

Shannon and her fiancé, Mazi, got in a big altercation weeks ago and she hasn't swallowed her pride yet. I'm not sure what it was over, but I feel it's pretty petty.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to him." She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Good! Night night, I love you." I went upstairs.

"Goodnight, love you."

I made my way into my room, jumping into bed. As soon as I began to channel surf, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Kimmy?" His voice cracked.

"Is this Saint?" I sat up.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Oh my God."

"Take it all in." He laughed.

"How are you?" I asked in excitement.

"I'm alright and yourself?"

"I'm hanging on."

"Good. You're a survivor. It's nothing you can't handle." He motivated.

"Vice versa. Do you have an official number?"

"I'll send it." His accent let out.

"Alright, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I hung up the phone and laid back.