This is another Bebo takeover.
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"I'm coming!" I shouted.
I run down the stairs looking in the mirror as I did. I analysed myself. I hated the way I looked full stop. Sometimes I would just stare at myself thinking "why are you so ugly?" I was extremely insecure and paranoid. If I was on a bus and someone would laugh I would think they were laughing at me. I walked slowly down the stairs.
"We are going to be late" she said in her still fresh African accent. 100% Ghanaian.
We were supposed to be going to her friends 60th birthday and because of me we were late because I was baffled on what to wear. But for today, I looked decent. I didn't have any make-up on but my hair looked really nice. She had allowed me to dye it red-ish and it looked amazing. I had also cut it short and made the hair dresser give me a side fringe. For a couple of minutes I reminded myself of Rihanna, only dark skinned I laughed it off and followed her.
I didn't have a dad. He died when I was growing up so I couldn't really miss him. How can you miss something you didn't experience? Anyway, I got into my uncles car and we set off. They were playing them nice Ghanaian tunes that made you whine up on the car seat. Now, V.I.P was playing and I couldn't wait to dance. The rest of my family was going to be there as well. I was quite happy.
We got there at 10:30pm when the thing started at 8. See how black people are NEVER on time. I got out and took the food with me. My mum had cooked loads! We walked into the hall filled with loud music, children, teenagers, adults etc. I looked around and saw my older cousin just sitting there, looking at some woman's bum. I laughed and went to slap him round the head.
"What the-." He said and I laughed. "Oh it’s you!"
"Aren’t you happy to see me Mark?" I asked.
"Go away, I'm watching something" he said. I laughed.
"Hey! Your hair, what did you do?"
"Prick can’t you see?" I asked.
"I dyed it"
"Looks butters" he said. I laughed. To him everything was butters. Except his hoes. He was 18 and I was 15 but we got along too well. He told me EVERYTHING. Our relationship was really weird, more like bestfriends...
We sat there and continued talking when he clocked some mixed raced girl roll up.
"Mark?" I said to him. He weren't even listening to me. I smacked him upside his head.
"What man?" he didn't even react. His eyes were glued to her.
"Everyone's beautiful to you! When you wanna fuck them" I said to him. "Nah...watch me check her." He said.
"Hmm, I bet you a tenner you can’t fuck her in 2hours." I said. I knew he would which is why I always betted him. I never paid him but I done it to see how far he was willing to bend the rules.
He got up and walked over to her. I laughed as he continued to talk to her. They walked out and I laughed harder.
"What's so funny?" I heard a deep voice say. I turned around.
"Nothing, just my cousin giving me joke."
"Yeah how you know him?" I asked.
"I dunno you know. We just know each other." He came to sit next to me.
"Are you Ghanaian?" I asked him.
"So why you here?" The way I dropped it was so rude. He laughed. "Oops, sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like that" I said to him.
"Nah its cool, I'm here cuz my boy asked me to tag along!"
"Who's your boy?"
"Andy" he said. I kissed my teeth. "That prick" he laughed.
"Don't you like him?"
"Like? I fucking hate him!"
"I don't know you to tell you...ask him what he did to me innit" I said back. "Was it that bad?"