"All the more reason for me to not enter," I grumbled.
"Do it,"
"No."
"Let's go to Lamai's place and see what she has to say about this,"
"Fine," I huffed. We drove over to Lamai's house and told her the news as soon as she opened the door.
"Ohmygosh do it!" Lamai gushed.
"Then it's settled," Mila said triumphantly. I groaned, but was secretly happy. I could finally show my mom that I had talent, if I won. Lamai led us up to her sewing room. If guys had 'man caves' then this was the girl version of it. Mila had installed a punching bag in the corner, I had my sketching area over by the window, and Lamai had her sewing are all along the wall closest to the door. It was quite odd; We'd all do our own thing, but the presence of each other was enough for us. We could go whole days without talking to each other as long as we were in that room.
I took my usual place on my stool and started drawing an outfit for the first contest. All that could be heard was solid punches landing on the punching bag, the needle of the sewing machine mending tattered clothes, and the scratch of a pencil. It might seem weird to some people, but these sounds were comforting to us.
By the end of the day, I had finished my sketches, Mila had worked out to the point of nearly breaking the wall with the punching bag (it had happened before), and Lamai had managed to fix three pairs of her brothers' pants, two of their shirts, and a pair of her own faded black jeans.
"Do you guys want to stay over?" Lamai asked.
"I'm cool with that; I'm already crashing at Mila's place because I hate my parents," I said.
"If it's fine with your parents," Mila said. That's typical Mila, always caring about what other people's parents thought. She hated to be a pest. Me on the other-hand, I would just crash at people's houses uninvited.
"Yeah it's cool with them," Lamai replied. And so the night of hysterics and three boxes of Costco pizza began. It was pretty fun, we got to shoot her twin brothers with nerf guns, eat a whole entire box of pizza (one box for each of us), and spend the rest of the night laughing at nothing because we were so sleep deprived.
"Do it,"
"No."
"Let's go to Lamai's place and see what she has to say about this,"
"Fine," I huffed. We drove over to Lamai's house and told her the news as soon as she opened the door.
"Ohmygosh do it!" Lamai gushed.
"Then it's settled," Mila said triumphantly. I groaned, but was secretly happy. I could finally show my mom that I had talent, if I won. Lamai led us up to her sewing room. If guys had 'man caves' then this was the girl version of it. Mila had installed a punching bag in the corner, I had my sketching area over by the window, and Lamai had her sewing are all along the wall closest to the door. It was quite odd; We'd all do our own thing, but the presence of each other was enough for us. We could go whole days without talking to each other as long as we were in that room.
I took my usual place on my stool and started drawing an outfit for the first contest. All that could be heard was solid punches landing on the punching bag, the needle of the sewing machine mending tattered clothes, and the scratch of a pencil. It might seem weird to some people, but these sounds were comforting to us.
By the end of the day, I had finished my sketches, Mila had worked out to the point of nearly breaking the wall with the punching bag (it had happened before), and Lamai had managed to fix three pairs of her brothers' pants, two of their shirts, and a pair of her own faded black jeans.
"Do you guys want to stay over?" Lamai asked.
"I'm cool with that; I'm already crashing at Mila's place because I hate my parents," I said.
"If it's fine with your parents," Mila said. That's typical Mila, always caring about what other people's parents thought. She hated to be a pest. Me on the other-hand, I would just crash at people's houses uninvited.
"Yeah it's cool with them," Lamai replied. And so the night of hysterics and three boxes of Costco pizza began. It was pretty fun, we got to shoot her twin brothers with nerf guns, eat a whole entire box of pizza (one box for each of us), and spend the rest of the night laughing at nothing because we were so sleep deprived.
