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She looked at me and then shook her head. "No, baby. I don't. Eunice never said her name. Only that she's "

"A gold digger. And I was unwant.." Aunt Marie placed a finger on my lips.

"Never say that word. And from the little I know, your mother wasn't a gold digger. She's a rich woman. Somehow like me. I never heard Eunice complain about her needing money or anything in the nine months she had you."

"After that?"

"She gave you to your father. It was his idea after all. He could have easily asked her to pop a pill and end you but he didn't. He begged to have custody of you. "

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Every story I heard always had one meaning. My mother didn't want me. So why should I keep thinking about her?

"Because she's your mother." Aunt Marie suddenly said. Had I asked that out loud? "It's okay and completely normal to think about her. "

"Well, I don't want to anymore. Last night was awesome." I suddenly changed the topic.

"Says the girl who didn't want to come. Why don't you join the modelling agency?"

"Um, maybe I'll try sometime. But doesn't modelling like, require me to be a stick figure? I want Nicki's body."

She laughed. "Who said that? You don't have to be a stick figure to be a model. And you know Nicki's body's fake right?"

"I still love her. " I said and stood up. "Since I'm not going to school today, I might just spend the whole day watching TV. You have MTV right?" I turn to look at her.

"What am I ? 80? Of course, I have MTV and Trace and all those other music channels with those sexy artists. Big Sean, Drake".

"Aunt Marie!" I exclaimed.

"What? Can't a girl dream?" Just then, the door bell rang. "Keep yourself busy. I'm sure it's a client." She said.  Adjusting her robe, she walked to open the door.

I turned on the TV and quickly scrolled to MTV. They were playing that funny song. The one that went viral sometime ago. I keep forgetting it's name. Yes. Man's not hot. Some people really get lucky. This guy's just came up with a catchy verse and BOOM! He's shaking hands with DJ khaled and the other artist I don't remember.

Somewhere in the middle of a boring song. Waking up again,I felt very hungry. I actually had a dream where I'd cooked varieties of good and as I was about dishing out  a portion for myself, I woke up. I could still hear aunt Marie talking to her client which made me wonder if I'd even slept for 30 minutes. I checked the time. "4:15pm!!" I didn't mean to shout that loud but I'd slept from 11:something am to 4:15pm.

I quickly stood up and went to the kitchen. Luckily there was spaghetti.

After eating, I went to check my phone and was disappointed. 0 missed calls, 0 voicemail and oh! Look! -1 messages.  I frowned and logged in to Instagram. At least there, I was sure of never ending updates.

The first thing I saw was a post by @Aurora_Lance. It was a video of her and her devil of a boyfriend captioned : I could never wish for better. The video was them having fun in some stupid fake place. Well, that wasn't my problem. My problem was one @bootiliciousAimee who commented : you're glowing babe. That's what getting rid of toxic friends do to you.

I didn't know who this probably flat ass girl was but a lot of people were replying to her comments with 'true', 'yeah', 'so true'.

And dory replied with a smiling emoji.

In all my life, whenever I was betrayed or hurt, I always felt sad. I cried. I lost more self esteem. 
But this, this made me angry. Furious. Enraged. I suddenly felt the need to show them I was better off without them. Without her.

I went to my own page. I'd had this Instagram account for months but I'd never posted a thing. That was going to change. Along with a lot of things.

Aunt Marie had almost fallen from her chair when I told her, an hour ago, that I'd wanted her to make me up.

"I've always begged to make you up but you always refused. Why now?" She asked but at the same time, opened her make up box.

I explained to her that I wanted to post my first Instagram picture and she agreed to do it. So here I was, sitting still while colours brushed my face.

"Done." She said with pride and satisfaction.

"Can I see?" I asked and she held up mirror to my face.

If I was the one holding the mirror, I was sure I'd have let it fall and break into a million tiny pieces.
I always knew I was beautiful. Believed I was beautiful. But this, this was a whole different ball park of beautiful.

"Like it?" Aunt Marie asked. I was shocked to hear that.

"Like it? Are you serious? I love it! I think I'm very interested in this modelling stuff now. " I said as I looked back into the mirror. She's beautiful. I am beautiful.

Not more than 30 minutes later, I had the perfect picture for my Instagram post. Why thirty minutes? Do you know how many shots I had to take before I got the perfect one?

I posted the picture and got a fast comment as if she'd been waiting for me. Soon after, I got more comments like the first. Hate comments. Then some nicer people came and asked what primer and lipstick I used. I happily ignored the hate and replied the nice comments. Then I got one more.

@Almond_Jordan 💗💗💗.

I quickly tapped his handle. 802k followers!!! Why would someone with 802k followers like my picture and even comment? Here we go again. You're beautiful remember.

And this almond guy was hot. Instagram hot though. I don't know what filters he used to edit his pictures and is that him in a strip club?! There goes my ten seconds crush.

As I was still looking at his pictures, I got a call from Cameron.

"Hey Cam."

"I don't know why the both of you are so stubborn. "

"What do you mean?" Oh you do know what he means.

"You know what I mean. You and dory are having some kind of Instagram fight. You're both getting me so angry. I can't believe it took three days and a boy to destroy your friendship. I thought..."

"She met me when I was broken." I cut him off. "And left me broken. I guess this is to teach me that only I can fix myself. I can be strong for myself. And Cameron, I don't feel  bad about the comments. Well except one. But it's okay. Plus one hot boy liked my picture. "

"Of course he would. I mean, if I hadn't seen 'Barbara Parker' I'd have thought you were some super model."

"I'm actually thinking about that. Modelling, I mean."

I think I heard him gasp. "What about your dream of being Nicki minaj 2?"

"Did I tell you that? Well, aunt Marie said I didn't have to be a stick to be a model. "

"Cool then. I'd always support you. That reminds me. We have a project to do and submit in two days. So tomorrow, we'll have to stay longer in school. "

"Alright. Anything else?"

"Nope. Class was actually boring. I missed you. Both of you. "

"I'm sorry but I can't do anything about it. Your cousin is bent on separating us and she's hypnotised by him. There's nothing I can do but live my life."

He sighed. "I hope you're not too lonely. "

"Truthfully, I am. I'd forgotten what it's like to be alone."

"Alone? Am I invincible or something? I'm hurt. "

"Oh no! Cam, I didn't mean it that way. I, I. I don't know how to explain it. "

"How about you do that while stuffing your face with chocolates."

"Your treat?"

"My treat."

"And that's how to make a girl happy." I said, already putting on my jacket.

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