Got my Back...That was
Then“There is always someone looking out for you… No matter how the situations are. If they offer… is because they love, care about you and want you to be and do better. If they don’t… then that’s how you know who really cares for you. Got my back... "With the breeze coming in my direction going through my fresh new relaxer hair it felt great. It always felt great when I let my hair out of that hair holder or my usual buns. It always felt great. But, it wasn’t that easy and I always never had a reason to let it fall down to my back to let the world see how long and beautiful my brown hair with a streak of black looked. But, I’d always had a reason to let it down after I’d get it down.
Yeah, my mother gave me money to go do my hair. It was almost all she ever did or gave me. She’d give me money to go shopping for school or to do my hair, but never would have time to have girl time with me. I had to get a job. Being broke all the time wasn’t really great at all.
Sometimes I’d go to the mall and wished that I’d have the money to buy half of the pretty stuff that we’re on sale. But, I’d eventually come back with the cheap clothes seven dollar tops and fifteen dollar pants, shoes from payless. All I could afford. Sometimes it was fun to window shop. Sometimes it wasn’t. Why, because I was always alone. I never had a friend to go shopping with.
I looked up from the ground and saw that my house had come into view. I turned to look in the direction of Marcus’s house. I wished he was outside so that I could ask him why he had vanished on me. I shrugged it off when I saw no one outside and their car not in the driveway.
I continued and walked inside my door to be greeted with the television in the family room open. It was a very useless room. We weren’t a real family. They were a real family, mom and dad. I wasn’t apart in any of there fun. I ignored the speaking to them part and headed up to my room.
Once there I opened my book bag to start on my math homework. It had been a kind of okay, mixed with rough, love, and concerned weekend for me. Sometimes when my weekends were horrible I’d wished I had a weekend like this one. And now I was finally experiencing a great weekend. I owed it all to Expression.
After making sure all homework done only an hour an a half Kiara called me asking if I wanted to go to the mall. I told her that I couldn’t and she actually begged me to come. So, yeah, I gave in and we went to the mall. Now we are here at the mall looking at a couple of stuff.
She pointed to a store called, Downtown, and we both headed over to it. They really had some nice things in there. Really, really nice things. But, I couldn’t afford it. Heck, like I told you earlier I’m broke. I have nothing, nada, zip, none, zero, and zilch. Kiara pointed to an outfit that she thought was cute and I told her no. It wasn’t me it was in fact true.
“Girl quit playing. You’ve been here for about an hour and you’ve haven’t seen anything you’ve like. Every cute thing I show you you turn it down.” She said. I put me head down. It was bad enough for me to keep turning things down. But, for her to confront me on it was another.
“Des, what’s really going on with you?” she asked me.
I sighed. I had to explain myself. I never had to do that to anyone.
“I-I… I don’t know where to start.” I started. She came closer walking with me to one of the dressing rooms that had a bench inside. We sat down, and I began to tell her about my situation. You know, I’m fat, I can’t afford things, and how my parent don’t talk to me. I didn’t tell her everything but it was a start.
When I finished she was at awe. She lifted her hand to push away my hair from my face, wiped hers and my tears, and said,
“I want you to know that you are my best friend, and I will always have your back. You are a smart, beautiful, and talented person. I don’t care what others think of you and I want you to think the same. You are your own person.” The effusing tears in my eyes came more and more as she said each and every sentence. I so badly wished for a friend like her. I wanted a friend to understand me, one that would have my back, and one that would give me advice and was my backbone. Now, I can finally say that I have one.
“I want us to go back out there and we are going to find something for you.” she said. But, I was starting to doubt this new relationship when she said that. I’m meant did this girl did not hear what I’d just said? I am broke, & I can not afford anything in that store. Then, she said,
“Don’t worry. I’ll pay for you. I just want you to feel comfortable and be happy. It’ll be a gift.” I smiled and we both left the dressing room and going out to the main store both separating and going into our own sections. She to the Junior section and I to the plus size section.
After Shopping Kiara took me to Carnival the ice cream place and we had a blast there sharing corny jokes, and talk about fire topics about celebrities and etc. I waved goodbye to her in her nice Mercedes car. Boy, do I wish I had one that looked just like that. But, that would never happen. Not the way things are going, for sure.
I opened the house door and started to ascend the stairs when my mother asked me,
“Where have you been?” Wow that was a shocking moment. She has never asked me that question. Not even when I was young. I told her I was out with a friend and she asked me another question,
“So, how’d you afford to buy these clothing’s?”“Um, my friend bought it for me.” I said. She was furious and I could see it in her eyes. Then, she asked, why?
“She bought them for me as a gift.” She went on to ask me how I was going to pay her back. I wanted to roll my eyes at this lady. All the years that I’ve lived here and was alive she’s never cared for me. And here this lady was finally for the first time asking me these questions. Oh, wowser. Now, she wants to play the mommy role.
“It was a gift and beside she said that I didn’t have to pay her back.” I told her.
I could tell she hated that I had finally went out and gotten some nice stuff for myself. She envied me. She hated the whole moment. She felt humiliated that she’d lost and hadn’t won for the first time. I shrugged off the vibe she was giving me and headed up the stairs to my room.
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