Painted Face

Part 1. Deep Purple

Authors note: I very much apologize for the horrible grammer and spelling. I currently do not have a computer I can use to right this so I am using my phone which is glithcy.
~ollie

As a screeching alarm clock goes off a feminine yet raspy voice yells ,"Maya you better get a move on or your gonna be late!"

Maya very concerned ," Okay ma, let me just finish my make up

She quickly finishes up by ever so carefully applying a deep purple lipstick. She does this with precision and speed. With the amount of experience maya has she might as well be a makeup artist at this point.

She hastily runs down the stairs, her feet barely touching the ground. She can smell her mothers home made tortillas, her mouth waters at the smell. Maya though is to anxious to eat.

Maya nervously, "Hey ma umm I'm not that hungry" knowing she will be scolded for not being hungry.

Her mother replying in a quite yet harsh tone ," Maya! You can not leave this house with out eating. Your abuela is probably in her grave knowing you aren't eating

"I know Ma" maya says as her mocha skinned hand grabs for a cereal bar knowing she won't here the end of it.

"Alright then, we should get a move on, we need to talk to the school counsler before school starts."

They both get into a dark green car that looks like it is about to break down. The car haults in the visitor parking lot. A cloud of exhaust fumes come out of the car making a noise that scares away the birds in the parking lot. The security desk woman seems very suspicious. Many people in their neighborhood have this feeling about the two of them. In a prominently white suburban town people think less of them for being mexican and black.

With a harsh tone " I am going to need some kind of identification."

Maya and her mother both give each other a look. This look is the look they give each other when they get racially profiled. Exp: being followed around a store from suspision of stealing, being sexually harrased for being "dark sensual women" and much much more"

Without much hesitation the mother hands the security officer her licence.

"Alright, what about the girl with the purple hair" she rudily proclaims

Maya's hands start to sweat as she pulls out her drivers permit. She looks at it and starts to breath heavily. Maya hands it over with a look that is as if she is handing the woman a gernade.

The security guard does a double take.

"Umm.... It says her your name is George Macias and that you are a male."

Mayas cheeks go as red as an apple.

Mayas mother quickly responds ,"Yes and?" With a tone of an amazonian queen.

Darting her eyes away " Nothing, just head up to the main office and you can talk to Mr.Giln. He will have all the answers to your questions.

Maya looks at her mother with relief. They walk down the hall and are pointed into the direction one of the school counslers, Mr. Glin. Maya's mother knocks on the door labeled School Counsler Mr. Glin. A short larger man opens the door with a large welcoming smile.

"Oh you to ladies must be the beautiful Macia ladies I had an appointment with this wonderful morning."

"Yes we are, we are here to get my daughter's schedule."

"Ahh yes wonderful. If you too could just follow me into my office we can get started."

They a sit down at a desk with many plants on it. Mr. Glin types away as Maya and her mother await patiently.