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"Happy birthday Mickey babyyy!!!!" My mom walked into my room with a cake and balloons. I woke up grinning. "Awww thank you mommy!!!! I love it." "Blow out your candles baby." I closed my eyes, made my wish and blew the candles out. Today was my 18th birthday. I was finally grown.
"What did you wish for baby?" My Mom asked
"It's a secret." I said while I stuck my finger in my cake.
"Well then Ms. Grownie butt , I'm about to get ready for work, I'm working a double so I'll see you tomorrow okay?"
I nodded my head. I hated when my mom worked double shifts, she was a nurse at the local hospital. She was 42 but she looked like she was older. My dad left us for a white woman when I was 8, ever since then we've been struggling. I tried to get a job soon as I turned 16 but my mother forbid it. She never believed in kids getting a job, she wanted me to focus on school and dancing. I graduated from high school a month ago and I plan on going to college in the fall.
I got up out of bed and started putting on the outfit I had planned for my birthday, I looked in the mirror, did my hair and makeup and left. The very first thing I wanted to do now that I was 18 was find a job. I was grown and out of school now so my mother couldn't say anything.
I lived in Atlanta, Georgia. Been here all my life and I loved it. My mom was originally from Louisiana but she moved when she was a little girl. My father was from Jamaica , they met when they were both 5. I honestly don't know what happened between them I just remember one day he packed his stuff and just walked out the door. When I went to the window I saw him get into his car with some white woman in the passenger seat. I haven't seen or heard from him since.
"Mikeila!!!!! Wait for me!" I turned around to see my best friend Trina running to catch up with me.
"Happy birthday bitchhh!" She said hugging me.
"Thank you girl." She took out a small silver box and gave it to me.
"It's not much but I thought you would like it." I started cheesing hard as hell. I opened it and it was a diamond necklace with my name on it.
"Omg!!! You shouldn't have! I love it!" I gave her another big hug.
I loved Trina, we've been friends since we were 4, we rarely argued. It's like we were two peas in a pod, she knew me inside out and I knew her.
"So what do you wanna do today? Go shopping? Go eat? Ooooo! How about both!" We both busted out laughing.
"Girl I wish, my mom got behind on some bills so I gave her my saved up money to keep the lights on." Trina's face completely fell. She hated that me and mom were struggling and she always tried to help.
"What if I told you I could help you get some money?" I looked at her curious as to what she had in mind.
"What you mean?" She started grinning.
"Her name is Madame K, my sister used to talk about her all the time, she worked for her until she moved to New York. She made hella bread though." I looked at her with suspicion. Trina's older sister Tiffany moved to New York when she got pregnant and no one really hears from her anymore.
"What does she do?" I asked her. She started grinning hard.
"She hires dancers." I looked at her with a weird look.
"What kind of dancers?" She started giggling.
"Strippers, she helps girls like us get paid hella money, I'm going to meet up with her tomorrow night and I want you to come too." I looked at her like she was crazy as hell.
"Girl what I look like standing on a stage taking all my clothes off , you tripping." She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Mikeila, we both need the bread , and it's not even as bad as you think, and we don't even have to get completely naked, it's just like dancing around in a bathing suit. Shit with all that body you got all you have to do is walk and money will get thrown at you." We both busted out laughing , we both knew I had a body of a pure Goddess, I was thick in the hips with a slim waist, and not to mention I had nice titties too.
"I'll think about it Trina, but right now let's focus on catching this bus so we can get to the library." We continued walking to the bus stop. While we waited a jet black Range Rover with big ass silver rims on it honked at us. The driver rolled down the window and turned the music down.
"Wassup ladies, y'all too beautiful to be waiting here for a bus, how bout y'all hop inside?" A dark skinned nigga with grills in his mouth spoke to us.
"We're fine, thank you." I replied. The boy that was in the passenger seat just stared ahead not paying us no mind.
"You sure baby? I don't mind one bit." He said smiling again.
"She said we're good now can you go about your day please." Trina said growing angry. His smiled faded and he turned the music up and drove off calling us bitches in the process.
"Niggas these days have no type of respect." Trina said rolling her eyes.
"None what so ever." I said just as the bus pulled up. We got on , paid our fee and continued our day.
