Chapter 8
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Khalil is out of the hospital. He started to attend school again. Everything's cool so far except everyone forgot my birthday (November 8). It was the Saturday after my birthday. Entire day yesterday, everyone went along with their day like it wasn't my birthday. Only my dad, Carla and Ticky really made my birthday. I was super pissed but I didn't remind anyone. Just went along with it but I ignored everyone. Today, Saturday November 9, I am planning to go clubbing me, myself and I. I plan on getting high and really drunk.
I turned my phone off and placed it at the back of my neon pink colored walk-in closet. I had already did my hygiene so I was planning on going to the mall.
If my boyfriend wants to forget my birthday then he better plan on facing the consequences.
I got dressed in a white frilled top, blue ripped splattered jeans with white paint splattered toms. I accessorized with my silver heart earring, necklace and bracelet.
I made my way towards my white Range Rover that my dad bought for my 17th birthday. I got in the front placing my white Michael Kors bag on the opposing seat. I placed the key in the ignition then started the car. I made my way towards the mall. I hopped out then threw my purse over my shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way into the mall.
If no one was buying me my present, I was sure as hell going to buy myself presents. I bought myself a iPhone 5s and 5c, new Jordan’s, Toms, Michael Korrs purses, Louboutins, converses, Zanotti's. I bought more makeup, accessories, dresses, jeans, tops and perfumes. By the time I was finish buying stuff, I couldn't bring the bags alone. I decided to take the bags little by little to my car myself. After I was through.
I decided I was up for a change. I was going to dye my hair ombre. I started my car and made my way to Ticky's shop.
"Hey Raiya" she said as I entered her shop. She kissed my cheeks. I smiled.
"So what brings you here?'' she asked.
"Want to dye my hair ombre" I said simply.
"Okay." she said. I sat in her hair as she worked her magic.
After, my hair was looking fabulous with my tips dyed blonde. Then I got my nails done. After my makeover I went back home. It was now 9. I took out my bags and stuff and placed them in my closet. I checked my old phone. Had 25 missed calls from Khalil, 10 from Carla, 2 from my mom. 10 from Daniel. And some other messages. I ignored them then went to have a quick shower.
Well, you can never fail yourself really. If no one remembered my birthday I was going to celebrate it myself. After showering myself, I wrapped my now dry body in my pink fuzzy towel.
“Wow!'' Khalil said as I entered my bedroom. I smacked my lips and ignored him. I began to put on my undies. He saw me naked a million times. I did my light make up with thick eyeliner.
After adding the final quote of mascara, I began to put on my orange elastic waist dress. I added a coach gold belt to my dress. I slipped my feet into my new similar color Giuseppe Zanotti’s heels as my dress. I accessorized the outfit with a gold necklace, orange and blue feather earring and some gold bracelets. I placed my phones, purse and other necessities in my Gold Michael Korrs purse.
I added some Red lipstick. Then took a quick photo for i********:.
Caption - Thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday yesterday on my birthday. f**k all these muthafuckas who forgot. I did a lil makeover for my 17th birthday. Whatcha think?? SWEET SEVENTEEN BABES.. HITTING THE CLUB. Turn Down for what???
With that I exited the house.
I got into my car and drove to club Elite.
I got into the club, it was live as hell. Everyone who is everyone was there including those people I thought were my friends. The weird thing about the club is that it is covered in balloons. Normally a club wouldn't have balloons. As I turned to walk towards the bar, the spotlight was on me. Everyone began to scream Happy Birthday Rocky.
What the hell???
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