Culturally Biased

"...The bed is too basic."

-the girls' hairstyles😝

Narrator

"What are you gonna do Annick?" Daysia asked as the girls walked into the salon with Alycia tagging along.

"I don't really know." She shrugged.

"I think I'm just gonna get a blowout." Brazil said.

"Imma get it straightened. Dario is good but he ain't no professional." Miciah said.

"Ooh I'm gonna dye it." Alycia said.

"Dye it what?" Daysia asked.

"Should you even dye your hair when your pregnant?" Miciah asked.

Alycia just shrugged.

"I think I'll get a weave this time."

"Ooh get it Daysia." Brazil smirked.

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"Alright, what are we gonna do here, sweetie?" The hair dresser name Gina asked Annick.

"I'm not really sure." Annick said.

"Well you know, this looks like a color you've had for a while. How about we dye it? Maybe we can go for a natural look."

Annick stared at herself in the mirror.

Her hair had grown in the past while...a lot.

She didn't like the blonde thing anymore and was ready for something new.

"Sure, do whatever you want with it."

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"I love it." Daysia said, flipping her hair in the mirror.

"Slay Daysia." Brazil said.

"I always do."

The girls all looked towards Annick as she approached them.

"Damn..." They all said.

Her hair was in a wild curly state with a solid chocolate brown color.

"Yeah yeah whatever."

"You think the boys are gonna like it?" Brazil asked.

They all nodded.

"Yeah."

~

"Well it looks cute." Dario said, looking at the ultrasound picture that Justin was showing them.

"It looks like a demon." James said.

Justin sighed, staring at James in a not so friendly way.

"James, is that really how you wanna talk to your fellow soon to be dad?" Randy asked.

"Sorry, I thought I had said it in my head." James shrugged.

"All I really wanna know is what kind of fathers those two are gonna be." Jeffery shook his head.

"Hey I wondered the same thing about Quinton but he seems to be doing an okay job." Randy said.

In that moment, little Elijah began crying in Quinton's arms.

"You take him." Quinton said, handing him to Randy, causing the baby to stop crying.

"I always forget that he likes you more than me."

"Aw don't say that." Randy chuckled.

Elijah just tiredly rested his head on Randy's shoulder.