anotha' day, anotha' dolla'. i submitted an application to work at sephora two weeks ago and i've been calling since. i have an interview next week. my mom pays for everything that i've done in college. i had jobs here and there, but they threw me offtrack. i couldn't study or i never had enough sleep/time.
june 13, 2016. 8:51:09 a.m
HOME
my alarm clock goes off. i drag myself out of bed and go to the bathroom. i take my shower. i place my perfume/deodorant, towel and outfit on my bed. i get out, dry off, and change in my room. i brush my teeth then take out my bantu knots. i get dressed, grab my purse, and bounce.
*phone rings*
"hello?"
"aaija wya?"
"i'm at starbucks."
"you so damn white, anyways when you get here meet me in the counsel hall. we have to remind all these old parents that they children graduating tomar."
"girl shut up you drink it and ok. so are we sending papers, calling, what?"
"yeah, they treat us like we in high school lmaoooooo."
"no bull and okok"
phone convo over
"hi, can i get a bottled vanilla frappuccino, a vanilla bean crème frappuccino , an iced coffee, and two double smoked bacon, cheddar & egg sandwiches. all of these beverages in a small and the order's name is aaija. a-a-i-j-a."
"ok, your total is $16.73....boujee black wannabe" the girl at the register whispers.
"huh?"
"that's your total miss?.."
"nah, see. check this: whatchu say after that?"
"i didn't say anything?"
"so now you got amnesia? girl if i won't graduating tomorrow, i would've hopped over this counter and whooped yo' ass. i got too much to lose, where is my stuff?!"
"over there miss, she just finished making them."
"yeah yeah. how you work with her she's black, racist? keep the change, you look like you need it." i say while walking out, untouched, and pissed off.
people make me so sick, why does everyone bash each other for no reason? why do people just see in color?! my cheeks felt hot because of humiliation and judgement.
i arrive 10 minutes later.
"daaangg bestfriend you thick!" she sticks her tongue out and twerks against my butt.
"girl shut up. we gotta go to the café first." i say while grabbing her hand and laughing at her saying i'm thick.
we're in the café and yes, my anxiety still shocks me at times even though i'm used to the university.
"i got you a sandwich and an iced coffee hoe, you're welcome."
"thanks biiihhhh." she grabs her bag and begins to eat.
"OH MY GOSH, BESTFRIEND, THEA GO AUGUST." she whisper-yells with her mouth full and she hits me which leads to whipped cream on my face.
"hoe look whatchu did, i know you seen the cup and straw coming towards my mouth, and that's the boy who i was talm bout fool!" i hit her back.
"i'm sorry bestfriend but aye look, yo highlighter and ish poppin. go get em golden goddess!" she laughs.
"no tf, he gone come over here!" i stand, straighten my clothes, and sit back down.
and that's what he just did, asked for my number and all. he saved my name in his phone as 'melanin queen' which i found corny. after all that we went to counsel hall and did what we had to do, we didn't have classes today. some people did, they had to finish everything under the time of an hour. today was fun and tomorrow we get the pluck out of here.
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Fanfictionaaija denise smith is a senior at aldephi university in nyc. aaija has always been picked on for being "brown skin" and having a creative laid back type style. noone has ever accepted her, but when she meets a man, that man will change her life for...
