Against society [AMBW]

Chapter Thirty Nine

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W12-Wednesday

Normally on Christmas, I'd be up early, I'd be the first one downstairs, I'd be the one with the highest spirit... but this year I am none of these. It's a different feeling. Why should I celebrate Christmas for anything else but the birth of Christ? It's not as if our so called family traditional party is natural, instead it's forced and fake just like me.

The countless afro beat songs and towering platters of puff puff is all part of the act. It's funny you know, I would've never expected Christmas day to turn out like this, I didn't think I'd find out about my half sister four days prior. So, yeah, this whole Christmas party going on can kiss my ass along with my parents.

In fact, parents are hilarious to me. They're like a smiley person with depression; friendly and comforting on the outside but broken and tired beneath the act. The difference is... I would help a person with depression.

"Faviola, Ma said you should come down."  My brothers head strains itself into my room from the doorframe.

"Tell her I'm sleeping."

"It's quarter to twelve."

"I have plans later tonight, so I'll come down then." I roll my eyes, proceeding to browse my phone.

"Look, Fav, I don't know what's been up with you for the last few days, but it's Christmas. Let's celebrate."

"Oh, I will celebrate. Tonight with a friend."

"You hang out with Mel too much." He sighs, as if my life is affecting him.

"You hang out with Chloe too much?" My eyes stay glued to my phone, as I watch his sudden change of body language in my peripheral vision.

"We're old friends, okay?"

"Is she the girl you like?" I say in a sing song voice, irritating his soul at best.

"No." He jumps back faster than normal.

"Sure."

"No, honestly. Why would I date an in law? Practically incest..." He shrugs then leaves the room, causing the  detachment of my eyes from my phone to his body now gone from my sight.

What the hell? In-law? If she spilt a word about Adrian to my brother...

Hours go by and I really haven't done anything productive. I mean, yes, I went downstairs and exchanged Christmas wishes with my wider family. It's been the Dele tradition to always take turns in hosting our traditional Christmas duo holiday and have the wider family come over. This lasts from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day. Despite how short it sounds... it feels like a never ending event.

We sang hymns, carols, ate light naija food then chilled for the rest of the day. My parents bought me new clothes, accessories, also offering me a visit to a car shop of my choice. Something, I don't care for at this point, something materialistic... as always. It's never a gift of substance, a gift with more than value in price. I want a gift I can't replace.

Currently I'm in my room with Mel trying on several dresses. For weeks I had planned the perfect outfit: a beautiful blue skater dress with a sparkly sheer over layer and white heels. However the mood I'm in diminished any of those thoughts. So here I am. Playing dress up just to find something formal yet comfortable.

"What about this one?" She proudly holds up silk red jumpsuit which against my skin would glow.

"I said comfortable."

"Are you blind? This is literally the most comfortable item of clothing of item created."

"Lie! It's tight, restrictive around my inner thighs when I sit down and too much effort to take off and put on when in the toilet."