Rough Times (Part 2)

“Honey?…Nasha?…NATASHA?!” My mom shook me awake, “You need to get up and get ready baby.” She picked up Chast, all wrapped up in my blankets and held her there while she watched me, to make sure I got up.1

“Ok mom.” I opened my eyes to look at her, she was still watching me, I smiled and pulled the blanket away from my body. “Oh! It’s cold!” I jumped out of bed and pulled my blankey around my shivering body.2

My mom laughed as I rushed over to one of my unpacked boxes and rummaged around for an outfit. Mom carried Chast into her own room and crept downstairs to make a small breakfast for me and to pack a lunch.3

I went thru my stuff to find an outfit that would be nice for my first day…It ended up being a pair of tight ass jeans that had been artificially worn out by the factory, a pink T with the saying, “I’m a blonde, it’s allowed” and a white zip up hoodie with pink “04” numbers over my heart. I rummaged to find a belt that matched, I ended up finding a black belt with pyramid studs on it. And then I rummaged for shoes…shoes…AH! Some pink sparkly high heeled sandals! After I found what I was going to wear I ripped off my clothes as fast as I could and jumped into the warm shower (which is in my bathroom, connected to my room…almost every room in the new house had a bathroom!). I scrubbed my body clean, shaved my legs and my pits, and washed my hair, taking care not to put too much conditioner in it. I shut off the shower and pulled the towel, that hung on the rack, around me. I slinked back into my room to find my underwear. Now, I never really used to wear thongs, but…wanting to make a good impression and knowing that people would see my underwear line if I wore tighty whities…I decided that it was ok this time to wear one of my g strings. The one I chose was a cute little black lace one that didn’t even cover much in the front, but had a cute pattern there and I even had the bra to match. I went back in the bathroom with my underwear on to fix my hair, brush my teeth, apply deodorant, and apply make-up before putting on the rest of my clothes. I dried my hair carefully and applied some mousse. Make-up consisted of a mineral cover-up that I got cheap when I was overseas many years ago, some eye-liner, a tiny bit of blush, pink eye shadow, and lip gloss (no sparkles, just shine!). Once my make-up was on, I examined my stomach in the mirror. I had strived in the years past to make sure I didn’t bulge or allow myself to thicken. And I had to give myself credit, I exercised just enough to make my stomach and my butt stay tight and not flabby!4

I moved back into my room and slipped on my pants and shirt (which kinda shows off my stomach…YAY!). I slipped the belt through the belt loops, rummaged again to find some jewls…I found my crystal and gold angel necklace, a charm bracelet, a silver link watch and some pink crystal dangly earrings. I looked myself up and down one more time before I slipped my hoodie on and tromped down stairs.5

“You look nice!” My mom smiled at me.6

“Thanks…I just want to look cute for my first day.”7

“You do, hun. You look SO…cute.” My mom smiled, “I can’t believe you’re a junior!”8

“Yea, yea, yea!” I said as I took a big bite of eggs. I put NOTHING in them, so that I couldn’t make a mess of myself before school.9

Upon finishing my breakfast, I ran back upstairs and pulled out a sling backpack (which only contained a small binder, some paper and some other school supplies). I ran back downstairs, where my mom was waiting in the doorway, so that she could hand me my lunch and we could hop in the car. She ALWAYS drove me to school…even if I DID already have my license…I didn’t have a parking spot for my car yet…That was one of my highest priorities.10

So, I hoped into the car, placed my bag on my lap and buckled my seatbelt. My mom did the same, started the car and drove me to school. Upon arriving at the school, my mom turned to me, “So…you’re going to see if you can get a parking spot?”11

“Uh…yea…Just so that you won’t have to rush around and everything…”12

“Ok. Well, have a good first day baby.” She leaned over and gave me a peck on the corner of my forehead, “I love you.”13

“I love you too ma.” I said as I opened the door and jumped out, slinging my back pack over my back, being cautious of my precious curls that I had worked hard to achieve this morning. “See ya!”14