Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending

{3} Grocery Shopping

Maverick
~*~*~*~*~
June 3, 2014
~*~*~*~*~
I pulled up to the hair salon, grabbed my purse and got out of the car, making sure to lock it. I walked in and up to the receptionist desk.

"Hello, do you have an appointment and a preferred stylist?" She asked giving me a warming smile.

"Yeah, Mavrick Adoms for one o'clock with Clara," I said returning the smile. She nodded and typed my name in the computer.

"Okay, I have you right here," she said looking back up at me, "But you're a little early so Clara might be a little while. We're gonna have someone wash and blow dry your hair while you wait."

"Okay, sounds good." I reply.

After my hair was washed and blow dried Clara was ready. "Hey girl. What are you doing here? You're not due for another trim until about a month or two." She asked me confused.

"I know, I've just been really wanting a change."

"Well what can I do for you today?"

"Could you please cut it to a little above my shoulders and bleach it?" I ask fiddling with my hands.

"Oh! A big change I see. Well I can definitely do that." She smiled at me through the mirror.

For the following two and a half hours, I chatted with Clara and other people  in the salon. When Clara was done with my hair, I paid and started making my way home.

When I got home, I went straight to the kitchen to find something to eat, only to find out that we didn't have anything that I could just put in the microwave. All we had was some ground turkey and other things that requires using the stove.

I turned around sharply from the refrigerator when I heard my mom's high pitched scream, "Mom, what the hell is wrong?"

"Oh! Maverick you scared me, I thought you were an intruder." She sighed in relief.

"Yeah mom, that's completely rational, because an intruder would have surely stopped to get food out of our empty fridge, leaving their finger prints all over everything," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, stop with all that sass," she said before pausing,"What did you do to your beautiful hair?"

"I didn't do anything to it. I just went to the hair salon and Clara cut and dyed it for me," I said playfully.

"Why?"

"I just wanted a change, and I like it like this. Now, back to our empty refrigerator, and my matching stomach,"

"No, stop trying to change the subject, because you know usually when people do something really different with their appearance it's after a bad experience saying, 'I wanted a change,' is not just what it means. It's actually a cry for help," my mom lectured.

"No it isn't mom. I'm just not the same girl I was last year before all of this traumatic shit happened to me, and I felt like I needed a new look. Now can we please just go get some food?"

"Well if you say so, I believe you. Now, I was just about to go to the grocery store. You can come with me and pick out what you want." Mom replied hoping I'd say yes.

"Of course! I'm always up to go food shopping." I happily accepted.

When we got to the grocery store, I grabbed a basket and my mom grabbed another. "Alright do you have your list?" My mom asked.