Chapter 3

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I ran home to tell Grandma about the dinner. I needed to shower, and get ready. Mama J said to be there at 6:30 and it was 5:53.

"Grandma?"

"Where were you? What took so long? You've been gone almost an hour? Why didn't you call? I was so worried!" She demanded answers.

"I'm sorry! I helped the lady- her name is Joyce but she told me to call her Mama J, put away some boxes then we talked a little. Oh, and I meet her husband and son. And they, invited us over for dinner at 6:30. I said yes so be ready."

"Khadijah, why would you say yes? You know, I won't be able to talk with them!"

"Its okay, I can translate. I really need to shower, though. So, start getting ready. "

I grabbed undergarments from my dresser, then my towel off the chair and went into the bathroom. Last Christmas, my Aunt had gotten me a L'OCCITANE set which included shampoo, conditioner, body wash, perfume and lotion. I thought it was very fancy so I didn't use it often. Usually, I used generic brands from Wal-Mart or something. But for whatever reason, I wanted to impress Chris so I decided to use products from the set. I stripped off my clothes and got under the warm water.

On the topic of Chris, I was so conflicted. On one hand, I liked Chris. I don't know why though. I'd never had a real conversation with him, had no idea what his personality was like, nothing. I'm pretty sure that my infatuation with him had 90% to due with the fact that he was super attractive. On the other hand, Mary liked him, and since she was my only friend, I obviously didn't want to be fake. Ugh, here I am causing headaches for myself over a boy who probably forgot my name.

After finishing my shower, I turned off the water and tightly wrapped a towel around myself. I dried my body off before rubbing some Fleur Cherie body lotion onto myself. I slipt on my pale pink, lace bra and the bikini-style underwear that matched it. Since my hair was rather short, it went 2 inches below my shoulders, I let it towel dry. I left the bathroom and went into the bedroom.

My closet was nothing special. 4 pairs of pants, 5 shirts, 3 hoodies, 1 pair of all black Vans, and 1 pair of original, low-top Converse. I took a deep breath. I wanted to look cute but there was nothing cute to wear. My phone lay on the phone, the time read 6:19. Not really caring, I grabbed an oversized white, knitted sweater that Mary had given me. And my only pair of leggings which were black. I choose to wear the Vans. My clothes were on so I took the towel of my hair, and decided to leave it down. After applying some perfume, my Grandma and I were officially ready to go. It was 6:26. Before walking to Mama J's house, I made sure to bring cupcakes. It'd be rude to show up empty-handed when she was serving us a full meal.

I felt a little better going over there for dinner now. I didn't look "wow, whats her name" cute but I thought I looked tumblr girl cute which was good enough for me.

Grandma gently knocked on the big, white door. Chris opened it, looking so damn good! He had on a black Black Pyramid shirt with black jeans and a white snapback. Lord, I could eat him for dinner!

He moved to the side so we could walk in. Mama J and Clinton greeted us both with hugs. I'm pretty happy I went over to Mama J's house this afternoon. It feels good going somewhere and feeling accepted. Virtually no people really liked me at school. Of course my Grandma loved me, but there was an area of my heart that was void after my parents had left. Mama J sort of filled that void. I know I sound kind of crazy. I just meet this people but it honestly felt awesome having someone who isn't family care for you.

I handed Mama J the cupcakes, then we walked towards the dining room. Lasagna, macaroni and cheese, garlic bread, and a Cesar salad were on the table. "Wow, she cooked enough for a city!" My Grandma commented. Mama J looked at me to know what she said and I translated. Thats how all of dinner went. The 2 woman spoke and I told the other what was spoken. Clinton, Chris, and I didn't make any attempts to speak.

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