(Just put white in place of the yellow in the guys hair in the picture)
After wrapping my hand, I went into Rosie's room to check on her. When I walked in, I saw her sitting in her closet flipping through a book. When I get closer I see the box beside her is the box where we put all the old picture books. She was looking through old pictures of the family.
"Rosie." I say softly. She looks up and her face is red, her blue eyes puffy and swollen.
"A-are you okay, Shaunie?" She asks, sniffling.
"Don't worry about me, I'm gonna be just fine. How's my princess?" I sit behind her, sliding her into my lap. The page she's on in the old photo book has four photos on each page. The first one is an old picture of me in the tub, the next one is me standing there in a duck towel, the next is mom chasing after a butt-naked me, the next is of me, mom and dad picking out a pumpkin. On the next page mom and I are carving pumpkins, then one of dad and mom kissing with pumpkin seeds all around them, then me trying to carve a pumpkin, then the next one is of me in my power ranger costume.
"Didn't mommy used to call you her little ducky?" She asks, looking up at me. I laugh.
"Yeah, everything I owned when I was little had ducks on it." She smiles, flipping through the pages some more. Eventually she sets it down and turns in my lap, kneeling on my criss crossed thighs.
"Can we paint your hair a new color?" She asks, smiling. I actually was planing to soon, so I have the dye.
"What colors are you thinking?"
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1 hou later we are both in our swim suits in the giant jacuzzie tub in Rosie's bathroom, and we're washing the dye out of my hair. Rosie has a blue shower cap covering her hair, and lime green eyegoggles on. Her swim suit is light pink with Disney princesses on it, and mine is black and blue striped.
When I'm done we dry it and she runs her hands through it. The hair surrounding the Mohawk part is green, the actual Mohawk starts red, then fdes to blue, then white, then purple, then blue, then red. It looks pretty sick.
"So now what, Rosie?" I kneel down in my ripped up white tank top and blue and green pajama pants.
"Let's play......" She looks around her room. "Let's play chef!" She says, running over to her toy kitchen set.
"Alright then, what are you making me, Chef Rosie?" She giggles pulling a bunch of plastic food out.
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An hour later I'm in a two-two, tiara, sparkly feathery scarf, and fake heels that only fit the front of my feet, sitting on a tiny stool eating fake pie.
"Hey Princess, do you wanna play something else?"
"Let's play mon-opo-ly!" She says monopoly as if she can't remember exactly how to say it.
"Alright, I don't know how fun that's gonna be..." I say thinking of Rosie deaing with money and adding and subtracting.
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An hour and a half later we are throwing monopoly money at the fan when I get a call from Camden.
'"Where are you kid?" I ask as Rosie prances around her now messy room, throwing monopoly money into the air.
"I'm at Darlene's, listen, I need you to come pick me up."
"Why are you whispering?"
"Just come get me, but park on the street, and text me when you get here. Don't go to the door."
"Fine." I growl, hanging up. Whatever shit he's gotten himself into, I'm gonna kick his ass for it.
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The Loser
Teen Fiction"That boy's gonna go no where in life." "He'll never get a job looking like that." "Colleges aren't gonna want a man who looks like a thug." "He better cut off that wretched Mohawk soon. No colleges are gonna like that." "He looks like a devil worsh...
