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"stand up straight sonny, damn."
I frowned and stood up straight. "and fix yo face."
my momma. I love the women, but she does entirely too much. i'm nineteen and she still drags we wherever she goes.
she's one of those black moms who tries to push their lifestyle on their child. she's a good mother sometimes, but she had moments dat I hated.
"don't ya wanna be pretty like yo momma?"
ma you a lil ugly, not gone lie.
I said nothin as I followed her out the door. we're going to sum event across town. ion een know how she got invited cause das whea all the rich folks stay. we ain't poor, but we damn sho ain't rich.
"didn't I say fix yo fuckin face!" she hit my shoulder as we sat at a red light. "pretty girls don't frown."
I sucked my teeth and turned to look out the window. it was a car beside us. the driver had his down, but the rest of the windows were tinted.
I kept staring until the driver tapped the dude in the passenger seat, but before he could look the light turned green and we rode off.
it didn't take us long to get there because my momma always drives above the speed limit. and I refuse to act mentally challenged if she get caught up.
"when we get inside you need to mingle. it's about time you start lookin fa a husband wit all these single, rich, white men around." she applied more lipstick in the mirror.
I looked in disgust. "i'm nineteen. ion want no husband. barely want me a boyfriend."
"tuh." she fluffed her hair. "by the time I was your age I was divorcing my second husband."
"ma you're thirty-three..."
"exactly." she winked.
I got out the car and waited fa her. lookin around, I know tonight is gonna be a long one. ion mind hangin wit white people, but these sum stuck up bitches on dis side of town.
"come on."
I followed and we walked to the entrance. sum buff, black man was holdin a clipboard wit what I guess is a list.
"first and last name, ma'am."
"oh come onnnnn." momma cooed and rubbed her finger down his chest. "can't you just let me and my daughter in?"
the fuck? we wasn't een invited to dis shit?
"no can do, ma'am. this is an invite-only event."
"aww. what a shame." she pouted and pulled his hand to her titty.
"oh my fuckin god," I whispered shakin my head.
the man smirked at her and moved her hand to his dick. both these bitches got me standing here lookin stOOpid.
"now just let us in and i'll handle you after it's over."
"or," he muttered. "your daughter can go in and we can handle this right now?"
momma looked back at me and and nodded her head to the inside. I happily left, but the images of her fuckin him wouldn't leave my mind.
I took a seat farther in the back so it would be harder to see me. or so I thought.
"hi! i'm anastasia and this is my twin brother albert."
before I could speak back, I saw them kiss each other...on the lips.
what in the trailer park type shit?
"I- okay. i'm bianca."
just in time my momma walked in wit her hair slightly frizzed and a limp. I ran to her cause I was more than ready to leave nie.
"ma! we gotta go," I whisper-yelled.
"and, why the fuck would we do dat?"
"I just saw twins kiss each other."
"girl, calm down. these folks lil sex freaks and swingers."
calm down?
I patted her shoulder, "you have fun cause i'm finna walk home or sum."
she shrugged and didn't een bother to turn around after I left.
