"Awe look at my baby, growing up to be such a successful woman."
"Come on mama, just take the picture." We gather around holding our diplomas.
"Im sorry, its just so hard to believe your grown now. No more acne, no more blood stained undies, no more...
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I lightly pat my head to get rid of the horrible itch in my scalp with out messing up my hair. Zara managed to slick all this curly hair into one tight pony tail that let all my curls spiral out, within the short amount of time we had. It required a lot of pins and broke several hair ties, which she complained about but at least she was nice enough to do it.
I continued to pat my head as the older lady in line in front of me turned around and glared at me briefly before turning back around. I bucked my head and rolled my eyes at her while she wasn't looking and finished patting my head.
The girls and I were waiting in a small line of employees and staff to get into the performance building because, security was only letting people in one at a time. To prevent any hidden reporters, everyone had to wait outside and show their work ID's before entering. Which is fair, although technically this thing was supposed to start at 7 and I'm pretty sure we are past that now.
Speaking of which, I check my watch as I anxiously chew on my thick piece of Hubba Bubba. 7:03, it read and Peaches was nowhere to be found. I look around one more time to look for her but, unfortunately I still couldn't see her.
Girl, where are you?
I pop my gum twice and go back to patting my head. I hope this doesn't turn into a habit because, I'm really trying to work on my character and I wasn't trying to be labeled as that girl. But shoot, in this moment I don't care.
The lady in front of me sighs and once again turns fully to me in a hostile manner. "Excuse me, but do you mind. I'm so tired of seeing girls like you carrying yourself in a way that's so..."
I look her up and down waiting for her to finish that sentence. "That's so what? Come on, finish." I say with one eyebrow up. She was about to open her mouth and say something but she looked behind us and huffed instead. "You know what, I don't have time for you people. You all are probably groupies anyways. I shouldn't be surprised that your mothers raised you in such a way."
I scoffed and nudged Sol with my hand before laughing in disbelief, making her giggle along. " Oh snap, so she wants to talk about mothers!" I exclaim, matter of factly feeling like the Wayan brothers. "Girl don't get me started." Sol admits, fixing up her clothes.
I look down at her feet and see that she was wearing some school girl, leather flats with a Velcro strap over her foot, making me laugh before I could flame her.
