"B, you don't say that we will eat cereal for lunch.." Tony said.
"Unfortunately, yes we will."
They burst into tears.
Yeah, we've been eating cereal for breakfast and lunch and sometimes, dinner. Cody Simpson might enjoy it, but not for me.
Mom still laid on the bed, pale and weak. Dad still laid on the sofa, bright and fit.
I didn't hate dad. I just sick of him saying "I'm going to find a job." But I never saw him struggling, applying things or even went out downtown. Dad was like Brad Pitt, well, pretty much, 30%, nope, 15%.
Okay. He is tall, he used to has a great body, muscle here and there, nice abs and sort of like a cowboy.
I worked at Suzie's Slurp and no one knew it. All I said was, "There was a practice in the club."
I opened the door class and BOOM. No, there was no terrorist or FBI, but there was Tesha.
Remember the beauty and the beast pic? She gave it all to all of the entire school!
Soda from the canteen, tomato out of no where, strawberry milkshake and last but not least, moulded bread were all thrown to me. Sick.
Day came and defended me, like always.
"Stop! Stop it!!" He shouted.
Everybody stopped for a sec. Then..
"What do you want gay day?" The mayor's child took a voice.
And boom, again, yeah.
Maybe, if we colleced them, we could just built a restaurant.
We cleaned ourselves, and it was kinda awkward. It seems like everything we said were burst out.
Like a gentleman, he started.
"I'm sorry about a couple days ago, I was just sick of you acting like that."
"No, I'm the one who really need to say sorry. I called you.."
"Gay, yeah. I am."
"Okay.. I am sorry and thanks for your help just now."
"Yeah."
"We're good?"
"Absolutely!"
And we hugged. You see, a fight refresh your friendship. We met Tee and I told them everything about my mom, my dad, the twins and the collapse.
"Well, as you can see, I wear Prada jeans amd Guess top but they all my mom's," they looked pitty me.
"Don't pitty me, I still have legs and arms," they were stubborn.
"Don't pitty me, I said. Although I eat less, I am healthy, right?"
"Oh girl, you need to follow me after school."
"Nah, I need to work."
"Screw that work, c'mon, go with us! Just say as a sign of peace after all those sayings!"
And we off to go. Day and Tee were come from wealthy family. Day has the salon and Tee has the boutique.
We ran down town. and they were held my hands and I was like, "What happen?"
"Oh B, stop that stupid face!"
For your information, I always make that stupid face, the dumbass face whenever I saw something expensive, Imma tacky girl.
"Let's make over you." said Day. Everyone love makeover, right? Even a tacky girl like me, I love it.
My black - brownish hair cut into layered and I got my fringe.
"Aw! You look purrrrfecct!!" Tee exclaimed.
"Jeez, you look like Jessica Alba and Selena Gomez!"
"Duuh~ I should be a model." I waved my hair and made that superstar face.
Then, we went to Tee's boutique, which was my mom's favourite boutique.
I saw that bright red coat and it reminds me of my mom. Next week was her birthday.
I saw the price tag. It was pink. Classy . It was Guess. It was $970.
Dear Jessie J, c'mon play your song! This is the perfect time.
"Nice choice. It was original, just arrived." Tee surprised me.
"Yeah."
And for hours we spent, actually, they spent not me. I was just hiding in the changing room , waiting them to brought me a new clothes for me to wear. Then, just like what people's like in every love story, when the rich boy wait for his girlfriend open up the curtain and see her new look, it happened to me.
"Ew, you look like Shrek!"
"Yuck, My grandpa will wake up from his graveyard after seeing you like this!"
"I have nothing to say."
"You look like pickles.'
They were just perfect for Police Fashion. Pickles? Huh, nice..
I was worried about how am I gonna pay those clothes? Although they said I look like pickles and Shrek, some clothes suited on me and they said good words. Still, the bad critics was a bomb.
"I'm not gonna buy those things. Not my level."
"Whatever, let's go home."
Sick huh? I'm pretty sure you guys thought that Tee and day will bought me free. But, that's reality, bro.
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