Angel In The Club

CHAPTER 1

Bright, orange lines of sunshine greedily slant through the open window above Britney's bed. She opens her eyes, as a whiff of the familiar aroma, of vanilla and nutmeg is being boiled into a pot of cornmeal porridge in the kitchen makes its rounds.

She stretches and rubs most of the sleep out of her eyes and feels her heart starting to beat irregularly fast in her chest. Britney Coleman realizes, that she is just mere minutes away from going on a plane for the first time in her life and going to a different country for at least four months.

Britney enters through the kitchen on wobbling legs, where her mother Elaine Coleman was currently using a whisk to stir the contains in the pot, as she sang to her praise and worship CD.

"Good morning mommy". Britney greeted while taking a  seat, at the small table.

"Morning, baby girl. You ready to go America away leave me?"
She asks turning around to smile at her.

Elaine is a dark brown woman with excessively broad hips and a perfect hourglass shape. That her daughter always says she tries to desperately hide, by wearing her ankle-long skirts. But she always counteracts, that is a requirement for every woman in her church. She has black, coarse hair that she pins into an elegant style that suits her round face.

"Stop that mommy, you know I'll never leave you for long, you're making me feel guilty". Britney said.

"You know I'm joking with you, Britney. I'm just so proud of you for making it to college, your the first one in our family to be getting a degree. And this work and travel program is a good opportunity for you. Your dad would be so proud of you". Elaine said tears filling her eyes.

Britney immediately felt the sharp ping of guilt but pushed it aside. She was going to do this thing and she knew if she told her mom, she wouldn't understand.

"I know mom." She said getting up and latching her hands around her mother as tight as she could. Just the mention of her dad makes her feel unbalanced.

When she is finished drinking her porridge which her mom always says is good for digestion. Britney heads upstairs to get ready. She stripped out of her nightgown and allow the cold water to wash away most of her anxiety down the drain.

She gets out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body. She looks at her face in the full-length mirror of her wardrobe and sees the hideous black warts that litter her face. She could just hear her mother say they are beautiful and unique because it's a family 'mark'. Britney doubts that and wonders why she wasn't so lucky to get an attribute that was useful like full breasts. Those genetic variations were sometimes a pain in the ass.

She groped her small buds in her hands reflexively. She tried to push the state of her tits out of her mind because apparently, it was useless. She dressed in the clothes she picked out from last week, in preparation for this day.

She has all her essentials packed in her suitcase and already placed in her mother's car trunk. Britney Brady walks towards the general area of the back door and remembers the bible story her mother always told her about the women and their lamps without oil. She decided from early on that she wouldn't be caught unprepared in any situation if she had a say in the matter.

She came through the back door and saw Elaine was already adjusting her seatbelt across her body, and Britney Coleman could just hear her voice saying, prevention is better than to have it to cure. She was filled with all sorts of sayings and proverbs, that made you have to stop and listen to what she had to say.

She finally looked back on the simple white house, she grew up in all her life. Also accompanied by the small garden that grew hibiscus, red roses, and Bougainvillea plants that decorated and added to the beauty of the house.

Looking at those flowers reminded her of when she was smaller and she used to take pride in catching butterflies by their wings. While they were too distracted, savoring the taste of the sweet nectar, in the center of the velvet petals, of the Hibiscus flower. She would sometimes place them in glass jars and watch them fluttered around or Britney would let them crawl on the hairs on her legs, which would tickle.

The sound of a horn interrupts her reverie and she turns around seeing her mother making watch gestures on her wrist, meaning Britney was wasting time. She walks over to the car as quickly as possible and then she remembered that she left her favorite storybook and her dad's legal notepad, with his notes.

She points towards the house showing her mom that she is going back inside. She easily retrieves both items off her bedside table and tucks them under her arm and makes her way, outside towards the car.

She gets into the shot-gun and gives her mother a broad smile, as she gives her an impatient look. Her mother that She can't stay mad at her and pulls off the sidewalk and was well on their way to the airport. Where Britney will say goodbye to not only her mom or her life but also the person she once was.

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