Chapter 4
Lamai
It had been a week since we had all gotten the tattoo. My parents still didn't care. All they cared about was the fact that I had stayed out later then I had said I would be.
"Lamai," my mother screeched, "Come here!" I rolled my eyes and shuffled towards the office where my mom was.
"What," I sighed.
"We need to talk,"
"We've already had 'the talk', you've talked to me about drugs, you've lectured me about alcohol, what's left to talk about?"
"Your health,"
"Thanks for reminding me! I completely forgot that we already talked about it. You want me to loose weight. Got it,"
"No sarcasm. You need to lose weight! You'll kill yourself if you keep this up!"
"I'll kill myself if the insanity doesn't," I muttered.
"You stay inside too much! Go hang out with your friends, go to the gym, do something that's not indoors!"
"Mom! There's nothing you can do right now! I am who I am, you cannot change me,"
"If I can't change you, then I'll change the foods we buy in this house. I'll force this family to go to the gym. I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you lose the weight," I rolled my eyes and walked out of he room. "Don't you walk away from me!" she shouted.
"Too late, I already did," I muttered. Sewing eases my mind. So what did I do? I went fabric shopping. Sheelin had given me a couple of her designs and now was the perfect time to make them. Black fabric. I needed lots and lots of black fabric. The fabric store I use is Hancock fabrics. They have most of the fabric I like and it's almost always on sale. I am a regular there. The sales people know me by name. Is that sad?
"Hey, Lamai," the checkout girl called as I walked into the store.
"Hey, Chezza," I called back. I focused on the task at hand. Black crushed velvet and black satin, lots of it. The plan was to make three dresses, one for me, one for Sheelin, and one for Mila.
After purchasing seven yards of each, I walked home. The design was pretty simple; a satin dress with a velvet hip sash thing. It should take about half an hour since the
Lamai
It had been a week since we had all gotten the tattoo. My parents still didn't care. All they cared about was the fact that I had stayed out later then I had said I would be.
"Lamai," my mother screeched, "Come here!" I rolled my eyes and shuffled towards the office where my mom was.
"What," I sighed.
"We need to talk,"
"We've already had 'the talk', you've talked to me about drugs, you've lectured me about alcohol, what's left to talk about?"
"Your health,"
"Thanks for reminding me! I completely forgot that we already talked about it. You want me to loose weight. Got it,"
"No sarcasm. You need to lose weight! You'll kill yourself if you keep this up!"
"I'll kill myself if the insanity doesn't," I muttered.
"You stay inside too much! Go hang out with your friends, go to the gym, do something that's not indoors!"
"Mom! There's nothing you can do right now! I am who I am, you cannot change me,"
"If I can't change you, then I'll change the foods we buy in this house. I'll force this family to go to the gym. I'll do everything in my power to make sure that you lose the weight," I rolled my eyes and walked out of he room. "Don't you walk away from me!" she shouted.
"Too late, I already did," I muttered. Sewing eases my mind. So what did I do? I went fabric shopping. Sheelin had given me a couple of her designs and now was the perfect time to make them. Black fabric. I needed lots and lots of black fabric. The fabric store I use is Hancock fabrics. They have most of the fabric I like and it's almost always on sale. I am a regular there. The sales people know me by name. Is that sad?
"Hey, Lamai," the checkout girl called as I walked into the store.
"Hey, Chezza," I called back. I focused on the task at hand. Black crushed velvet and black satin, lots of it. The plan was to make three dresses, one for me, one for Sheelin, and one for Mila.
After purchasing seven yards of each, I walked home. The design was pretty simple; a satin dress with a velvet hip sash thing. It should take about half an hour since the
