We've been in the parking lot for about ten mintues now and the kids still haven't noticed.

They're too busy talking about their day at school to even notice. I just sat back in my seat and started taking pictures of them and of myself.

"Nevaeh why didn't you tell us we were here. You could be so slow sometimes"

Myra said as she opened her door and got out. She made it seem like I'm the one holding them up when she's the one that couldn't stop talking.

Once we walked into the salon childhood memories of my mom ripping my hair out of my scalp came to mind.

I remember my mom would always pop me in the hands whenever I touched my hair to see how much braids I have left.

I also remember when I used to cry myself to sleep everytime she gave me an ugly hairstyle.

Good times, good times.

"I'm here for my three o'clock appointment and my sister's three o'clock appointment"

"Yes ma'am"

"Can I also squeezed two people. It's very important"

"Don't worry about it. It's on the house"

That's the perks of my auntie owning a beauty salon. Everytime I bring four or more people I only pay for two of them or sometimes it's completely free.

Once the girls at my old school found out that they could get their hair done for free they tried to kiss my ass and be friends with me.

You know what I did? I brought them to the salon and let them all get their hair done. Once all of their hair was done my auntie doubled the price.

That's what they deserved. The same group of girls were the ones that dropped milk in my newly installed sew in days before.

I placed the kids in the empty chairs that surrounded me and waited for Shirley, my auntie.

Mintues later a light skinned plus sized woman with butt length box braids came from the back room. Her hoop earring were swaying back and forth as she walked with her head held high.

That ladies and gentlemen is my favorite auntie Shirley. Not only does she make a mean plate of fried chicken but she also makes the best collard greens.

"How's my favorite niece doing" she said as she pulled me in for a hug.

"I'm your only niece auntie Shirley"

She shushed me and stared to take my hair down from the ponytail it was in. As she did that three hairdressers came up to the kids and asked them what hairstyles they wanted.

Since I was talking to Shirley I didn't really pay attention to what hairstyle they wanted. Hopefully they like it after they get it and not be like me when I was nine.

While I was doing my hair she told me the do's and don'ts of first dates.

The number one don't is telling my dad where Silas is talking me.

She told me how she told my dad that her date was taking her to a restaurant then out for drinks. My dad was their waiter and also their bartender.

When it was time for them to go my dad followed them to make sure she went straight home and not at his house.

This all happened last week.

3 hours later

My hair and the kids hair are finally done. I haven't seen their hair yet since they blindfolded me once it was done. I didn't under the point of that but I went along with it. I have to remember they're nine.

First was Myra. She got her hair in cornrows in the front that eventually came up to two buns.

It was a simple style but it was still cute. It actually made that horrible face of hers look sort of human like.

Next in line was Tristan. He cut the side his hair and did a whole bunch of designs on it.

I don't think his mom would like the fact that he shaved the side of his head but hey, he just hopped in my car and she let him. It's not my fault.

If she has a problem with his haircut then she should just deal with it. She's the one that wanted to go to the spa.

Jordan had me shook. Her hair was grey with blue and white streaks. The stylist put the back of her hair in three little rose looking things.

I really hope Silas doesn't kill me. Her hair was black when I picked her up from school, now it's ombre.

To be fair Silas didn't tell me a specific hairstyle Jordan could or couldn't do. He just gave me the money for her hair.

Myra knows she couldn't pull that stunt, my mom would've tore that was up. She wouldn't be able to walk for months.

I on the other hand decided to get waves this time instead of doing it straight. Even though it took hours to to it's worth it.

After I bid my goodbye to my aunt I left the salon and lead the kids back to the car. Once they were all in the car the  chattering continued.

"What do you guys want to eat, in and out, chick-fil-a, or burger king"

"We could just go home. Mom probably already made dinner by now"

I nodded my head and drove home. I'll just get my nails done tomorrow after school. I know the workers are going to try to persuade me to get Jordan and Myra's nails done too.

"You guys look so beautiful. I love that color on you Jordan"

My mom said as we walked through the door. The kids all ran up to her and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and put down my bookbag.

She smells like diabetes. Dinner must be ready.

After a long three minute wait my mom called us in the dinning room where the table was already set up.

In the middle was two plates full of Haitian dishes. The grio was what stood out to me the most.

My dad is Haitian so my mom makes his favorite Haitian dishes for him at least twice a week.

My dad being Haitian is also the reason why he's so overprotective. And why he measures my skirts and crop tops.

I was on my third plate when my mom bought out her homemade ice cream sandwiches with sprinkles and chocolate chips.

I was on my fifth one when I was interrupted by the doorbell. It's probably Silas or Tristan's mom.

As I guessed Tristan's mom was standing behind the door with a smile on her face. She wasn't wearing a robe and her shoes were matching.
That spa treatment must've done her wonders.

Tristan came running into his mom's arms and started showing her his hair. She just smiled and said she liked it.

Thank God she did because I wasn't going to give her back her money.

My mom came out of the dinning room with a takeout plate that had his left over food in it.

Mintues after Tristan left it was Jordan's turn. I made sure to tell Jordan to open the door for Silas once I saw him walking up the stairs.

He gasped as he saw his little sister's new hair. He mostly loved it because she didn't shave the side of her hair like she told him she was.

If she did shave the side of her hair I would've fled the scene. No one would ever see or hear of Nevaeh again.

After they left I finished my fourth plate of grio and called it a day. I wrote to how much chicken pieces and fried plantains I had left on top of the take out plate the food was in. I have to make sure no one eats my food.

I know my dad has superpowers when it comes to food. And let's not forget about Myra's ability to smell like a dog.

I was under my cover about to go to sleep when my phone dinged on my night stand. I picked it up and saw Silas texted me.

Inky: can't wait for tomorrow

Me either Silas, me either.