i turned over to see her in the mirror, her head upside down, as she held her hair spray in her hand.With her other hand, she plugged in her blow dryer and i wiped the crust from the corner of my eyes. It was almost 6:50am, and i still had to figure out what in the hell i was wearing to school. I lifted myself from her bed, and squeezed behind her to the bathroom. The noise of the hair dryer grew faint as the door shut behind me by itself. The tile was cold on the bottom of my feet, as i tip-toed my way to the toilet. I could hear the hair dryer shut off, and i prepared myself for her to come in to brush her teeth. I quickly flushed the toilet, and rushed towards the sink. As soon as i turned on the faucet she pushed open the door, and smiled at me.
"Let me brush mine first, so i can go downstairs and get money from my mom for breakfast sandwiches."
It was always something, she always went first.
"go ahead, i'll just go get dressed and brush them later", i said while walking past her.
"okay but remember only the bottom drawer, if you're planning on using anything of mine. I know whats in there so let me know what you're wearing before you take it."
Thinking back to it now, she really makes me laugh. Who randomly organizes their drawers by which shirts their friends are allowed to use? It was always the bottom drawer that was broken, and was a pain in the ass to look through. I went back into her room, and grabbed my bag from beside her bed. Her room had white walls, and i can remember her having a big mirror attached to the headboard on her bed. She'd wake up in the morning and that's the first thing she'd do, look in that mirror, and rub her eyes. Even though she hated waking up, she'd always be awake before me. She had a playboy bunny sicker on her mirror, along with all the other stickers she'd made a collection from that she got out of the little dispensers. There was a picture of her when she was real young in a green dress, and when her mom used big scrunchies in her hair. She loved that picture of herself. AnEminem poster hung to the wall furthest from her mirror, with lipstick marks all over his face. That was a long story, but everything in her room had a purpose.
I dug through the bottom drawer, attempting to find a shirt to wear to school. Even if i did bring my own clothes, i loved wearing hers. All of us shared clothes, even though looking at us now you'd never think so, we did and we wore them out. By this point it was either just pick something, or be late for school and i knew my mom wouldn't be too happy if i were late again. As we finally started to walk out the door i remembered the assignment i didn't finish the night before. I stayed up all night, my eyes were still getting used to the sunlight peeping through the clouds. Outside smelt like rain, and the air was thick,we crossed the street and walked into the our favorite deli in Clayton. It was pretty routine, each morning we'd both get a breakfast sandwich, hers sausage mine would be bacon. We wouldn't leave without a yoohoo, and a pack of gum. Although we were'nt really allowed to eat in class we saved it until then.
Our first period class was math, and Rhonda sat right behind me. She'd tap me after every lecture, asking what he meant on the second page, or in other words what she missed out on when she was talking to boy who sat next to her. He was definitely strange, but something kept her engaged in deep conversation throughout every morning.
She interrupted,"Maybe that's why I'm so talkative, that explains a lot."
I looked up at Naveah as she caught me off guard. Losing myself in my memories, i pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled at her. A single tear rolled down the side of her face, it sent chills to my arms. Remembering Rhonda as if she were still here, i felt as if i were looking into her eyes, instead of her daughters. I still didn't understand it, but I have grown to accept it. I knew that he worked in mysterious ways, after growing and seeing things throughout my life, this tragedy only became a stepping stone to reaching her again, and telling her things i wish i would have back then.
"We'd draw hearts and doodle on the outside corners of our worksheets and turn them in at the end of class. Everyday, it was the same routine we couldn't wait for the bell to ring. After finishing second and third period without her, we'd meet back up in lunch. "
"So are we stealing oranges again today?", She'd say loud enough for our whole cafeteria to hear her. I was embarrassed, "yeah I'll grab them after lunch before multi-cultural class."
"what the hell is for lunch today, it smells like shit", she said with a disgusted look on her face.
We walked up to join the line as our table was called up for lunch, and instead of getting the meat nachos and cheese we both got pb&j's and cheese fries. What a meal, i never realized how random our lunches were until actually looking back and thinking of what we ate everyday. After lunch we had class, and before the bell rang we'd always steal oranges from behind the counter. "hurry! go get them ill keep a look out",she whispered. Id look both left and right two times, and run in the doors and reach over the register and.. "Girl what are you two doing, you guys need to get to class the bell is about to ring!" He'd catch us everyday, the athletic director was our favorite person that worked in the office, he'd laugh at us and let us get our oranges as long as we were staying out of trouble. "well.. we.. uh paid for oranges and we never got.."
"yeah yeah, grab your oranges and hurry to class!"
"Aw, your the best, we love you, you know that", Rhonda would say, sarcastically.
We grabbed our oranges and walked fastly from the cafeteria to our class across the hall.
Thinking back to it now, she really makes me laugh. Who randomly organizes their drawers by which shirts their friends are allowed to use? It was always the bottom drawer that was broken, and was a pain in the ass to look through. I went back into her room, and grabbed my bag from beside her bed. Her room had white walls, and i can remember her having a big mirror attached to the headboard on her bed. She'd wake up in the morning and that's the first thing she'd do, look in that mirror, and rub her eyes. Even though she hated waking up, she'd always be awake before me. She had a playboy bunny sicker on her mirror, along with all the other stickers she'd made a collection from that she got out of the little dispensers. There was a picture of her when she was real young in a green dress, and when her mom used big scrunchies in her hair. She loved that picture of herself. An
I dug through the bottom drawer, attempting to find a shirt to wear to school. Even if i did bring my own clothes, i loved wearing hers. All of us shared clothes, even though looking at us now you'd never think so, we did and we wore them out. By this point it was either just pick something, or be late for school and i knew my mom wouldn't be too happy if i were late again. As we finally started to walk out the door i remembered the assignment i didn't finish the night before. I stayed up all night, my eyes were still getting used to the sunlight peeping through the clouds. Outside smelt like rain, and the air was thick,we crossed the street and walked into the our favorite deli in Clayton. It was pretty routine, each morning we'd both get a breakfast sandwich, hers sausage mine would be bacon. We wouldn't leave without a yoohoo, and a pack of gum. Although we were'nt really allowed to eat in class we saved it until then.
Our first period class was math, and Rhonda sat right behind me. She'd tap me after every lecture, asking what he meant on the second page, or in other words what she missed out on when she was talking to boy who sat next to her. He was definitely strange, but something kept her engaged in deep conversation throughout every morning.
She interrupted,"Maybe that's why I'm so talkative, that explains a lot."
I looked up at Naveah as she caught me off guard. Losing myself in my memories, i pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled at her. A single tear rolled down the side of her face, it sent chills to my arms. Remembering Rhonda as if she were still here, i felt as if i were looking into her eyes, instead of her daughters. I still didn't understand it, but I have grown to accept it. I knew that he worked in mysterious ways, after growing and seeing things throughout my life, this tragedy only became a stepping stone to reaching her again, and telling her things i wish i would have back then.
"We'd draw hearts and doodle on the outside corners of our worksheets and turn them in at the end of class. Everyday, it was the same routine we couldn't wait for the bell to ring. After finishing second and third period without her, we'd meet back up in lunch. "
"So are we stealing oranges again today?", She'd say loud enough for our whole cafeteria to hear her. I was embarrassed, "yeah I'll grab them after lunch before multi-cultural class."
"what the hell is for lunch today, it smells like shit", she said with a disgusted look on her face.
We walked up to join the line as our table was called up for lunch, and instead of getting the meat nachos and cheese we both got pb&j's and cheese fries. What a meal, i never realized how random our lunches were until actually looking back and thinking of what we ate everyday. After lunch we had class, and before the bell rang we'd always steal oranges from behind the counter. "hurry! go get them ill keep a look out",she whispered. Id look both left and right two times, and run in the doors and reach over the register and.. "Girl what are you two doing, you guys need to get to class the bell is about to ring!" He'd catch us everyday, the athletic director was our favorite person that worked in the office, he'd laugh at us and let us get our oranges as long as we were staying out of trouble. "well.. we.. uh paid for oranges and we never got.."
"yeah yeah, grab your oranges and hurry to class!"
"Aw, your the best, we love you, you know that", Rhonda would say, sarcastically.
We grabbed our oranges and walked fastly from the cafeteria to our class across the hall.
"you go in first,i went first yesterday!" i whispered to her.
"no i didn't it's your turn"
"Not true Rhonda i let you go second yesterday and the day before, I'm not getting yelled at this time, you have to.."
"GIRLS, just come in and take a seat and you two will both have detention for interrupting class,how about that!?"
We rolled our eyes at Mr.Rellis and walked to our seats. He was always so rude to us,and i always kind of thought he showed off in front of the guys in class,when speaking to the girls. I mean i don't think he was wrong to give us three-four detentions a week since we were late everyday but the way he said things to us was out of line.
"You girls have your homework or did you forget that too?"
"No,Actually I have mine AND my extra credit sheet",Rhonda said with a smirk on her face
"I'm not accepting the extra credit sheets anymore they were due at the beginning of the period and neither of you two were here the beginning of the period!"
"Are you kidding me? i filled out the WHOLE thing and i need it towards my quiz we took yesterday!" She said loudly.
As Rhonda continued to argue with the teacher me and the rest of the class stopped working on our "do now" and started to talk about our plans for the weekend. The boy who sat next to me was always telling weird stories about him making out with girls, and how he got this number at one of his wrestling matches, i think he lied about half of them but he was still pretty cool. His name was Lorinell, and we never knew how to spell it correctly when we had to write his name after doing group assignments.
When the bell finally rang, we all got up from our seats and couldn't wait to get to eighth period.
