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That mean say nutt’n nuh do mi two piece.
“I was wondering if my fit was too casual,” I admit.
“It blue?” she asks and I nod.
“That matter,” she chuckles, and Ellie appears with the cheesecake.
She grins, stretching the fork to me. “Want piece?” I hesitate at first then I nod.
“Okay... mek mi see,” I take the plate.
“This is nice... I think we should hang out more often, worst like how we are family now,” she says and I nod in agreement.
“Definitely.”
32. IRATE
Zara
“Yuh see your type of hair texture make certain hairstyle barely want to stay,” Clova says as she installs my wig.
A dem hair deh you like... long hair.
Yes, but I told Clova that I didn’t want it too long since I wanted a little change. I had to come to Clova’s home since she wasn’t at the shop, and I had to get my hair done. Anything for da hair.
“A the way how her hair soft and thing it go fuzzy out fast,” Shanae adds.
I nod at them, checking my messages. Two messages from a strange number and one message from Nickoi.
Mi know Nickoi would a affi send a one message! My subconscious shrieks.
I decide to check Nickoi’s message first. I know that’s right! Saweetie’s voice
My Man
*I’m coming for you now*
He didn’t even ask if my hair is done, him just bossy suh. You know a so him gwaan already. I roll my eyes and send him an ‘okay’ before I check the other message.
1 (876) 291-****
*Goodnight Ms. Williams. I can’t find my book with my essay and Mrs. Adams says if we don’t have it we’ll be suspended*
This is from a student. I’m not sure who it is but I’ll definitely help them. I know she’s worried. Knowing how Mrs. Adams is. She’s very stern and clearly a woman of her words.
*Okay love. I’ll take to you tomorrow.*
I lock the phone and Shanae starts talking again. “Which one of your parents have the pretty hair?” Shanae asks. Pretty hair...
And why she so curious?
Zara stop..
“My mom has beautiful 4c hair but daddy has the soft texture,” I explain. Mi hate fi talk about Henry.
“Mommy have cooly hair but me never get it, mi hair nuff though,” she tells me.
“Okay, so what you wanna be?” I shift the conversation and she shrugs.
