It was with dread that I got up for school the next morning. I had just raided my mother's closet and was dressed in a pair of my own jeans and a sexy spaghetti string blouse that I covered with a sweater. I was hoping that I wouldn't start sweating and leave sweat stains on the armpits when I looked up and saw Nubia standing in Mama's bedroom sleepily watching me.
"What are you doing messing with Mama's stuff?"
"What does it look like?" I hoped she wouldn't rat me out.
"Mama's going to get you for messing with her clothes."
She was going to rat me out.
She was so freaking prophetic, but I was hoping that I could get away with this for a bit longer—at least until I had people in school recognizing that my dark skin was not something to be ashamed up. I shrugged and went into the bathr
