CHAPTER 2:
In the morning Mom is far from hungover, thanks to me. At four in the morning, she’s up, prissing around making a disgusting veggie shake that makes her feel Hollywood and slim. Ten minutes later she comes in and sits on my bed. “Will you curl my hair?”
I roll over and press my pillow over my head. “Go away.”
“Please?”
“Straighten your own hair, woman!”
She laughs and then bounces on the bed. “Please please?”
I groan. It’s not like she’ll let me sleep anyway. I spend an hour “waving” her hair. I have to use three different sized curling irons to curl her hair, and then loosen the curls with a blow dryer and flat iron so she has waves like Blake Lively’s.
The minute I’ve finished--and she’s finished primping in the hand mirror--she remembers she hasn’t taken a shower. “It’ll get all humid and lose its shape…unless I use your conditioning ‘do rag?”
I sigh. It’s too early to argue with her. “Sure.”
“Thanks!” She bounces up, finds my hair wrap and a shower cap, and then proceeds to use up all the hot water in a long, luxurious shower.
The rest of the morning proceeds this way. Me--sleepy. Her--selfish. Brie--cranky, due to her early morning and late night. After a pathetically icy excuse for a shower I pull on jeans and a sweatshirt. I’ve got Brie in the stroller, fed, and happy when Mom finally comes out of the walk-in closet.
“How do I look?” she asks, and twirls. She’s wearing plain but flattering black dress pants and a cute white blouse. The only descript thing about her outfit is my sheer black beaded slip-on flats which she’s wearing.
“Very nice,” I tell her, smiling.
She frowns back.
I frown too. “What?”
“You’re not wearing that!”
“Why not?”
I thought I looked fine…maybe even good, even though it’s a rather bummy outfit. Blue Hawaii sweatshirt and slim boot cut jeans. But its early and I haven’t had time for coffee or a warm shower to rejuvenate me so it’s the best I can do.
“Because its not stylish!”
“Thanks, Mom. Why do I need to be stylish?”
She puts on a bright smile.
I groan. “Uh-oh.”
She loses the smile. “What?”
“I know that look. What do you want?”
“Wanna come to the Splendor shoot with me?”
I just look at her.
“Come on!”
“Why?”
“It’s a long story, tell you later. You’ll be my good luck charm. Please?”
“Mom! Tell!”
She smiles. “No time for talking if we’re gonna hit Starbucks before Splendor.”
"Well how can I say no when you're tossing around words like 'Starbucks'?"
Author notes
please resd the other parts first...btw from now on this story will be titled Michael Michele ok?
A contest entry
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Loved it!
I really like this story! I like the structure and the lengths of the sentances. It kept me entertained. I think a few more exciting events would have made this more interesting, but I like it the way it is. Great work! -
this is pretty good too, but its very short..it would be better if it was much longer.
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not the best one, but still pretty good. if i was u (feel free to ignore me) i would make it go faster.
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OH COME ON! lol. i wanna know whats happening with Michael!!! this is really good so far and i cant wait for part 4.
good job and keep writing (or else) -
I like this and want to read the ones before this. But I am unable to find them on your page or under the listed stories by you. What is the other title?
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Oh! I gotta know more... I love the relationship Mich and her mother have, it's very familiar. Of coarse, I love your stories. I didn't see any mistakes. I like it loads!!!
<333
DuStBuNnI
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ohh more supense! Do continue
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where you have the word grown is suppose to be groan... but it's good. i like it.
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omg
ur right! yikes. thank you lol (=
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