After sending Heaven off to school, I re-wrapped my scarf to fit my neck more snug as I began to head towards the local clinic. Today was a bit chillier then usual, therefore I used it as an excuse to get extra dressed up. My grandmother would always make me mittens, scarves, and hats when I was younger. The other kids would pick on me and I despised wearing the homemade clothing. But now I would do just about anything to have one of her homemade scarves. Instead, Forever 21 provided most of my winter wear.
As I shuffled along, making my way to the clinic, the unusual crowd at the coffee shop near Poplar caught my attention. Although most mornings in the city tended to be a bit chaotic, due to the local school, people heading to work, and a few stragglers returning home from sinful nights, there was more fuss then usual.
It seemed as if though the coffee shop had not yet opened...Strange, because it was a 24 hour cafe. Things were weird. I had noticed the homeless man had not even yet taken his position near the clinic. I wondered if he made good use of the money I had given him...I'd like to pretend so, but I highly doubted it. I don't live to dream, I live reality .
I slowed my pace, embarrassed to enter the clinic with an audience. I had to go, I had to. As I began a new phase in my life, I wanted to start fresh. I mean-- yeah, I was still at Isabelle's. But sometimes you have to do what you got to do in order to survive. Don't judge me for how I make my money, is what I tell 'em . It's legal and it helps me provide for my Heaven .
I must admit, I had drank a bit at the club the night before, but I was slowing down. And even better, I was sober enough to know that I did not do anything that I would regret the next morning. On the way to the clinic now due to some of the unwise decisions I had made when extremely under the influence. I didn't want to continue going to sleep, wondering or crying. I'm a mother, some changes in my life are essential for her success and my progression. Being a mother isn't just a title, it's a lifestyle.
A black Bentley zipped past me, causing a cool breeze to whip at my face. They were blasting the local radio station, as early as it was. WTF was playing The Spice Girls.... hadn't heard them in a while. Before entering the clinic, I stopped to stare at the African American woman yelling at the bus driver on poplar who blocked the streets, causing the nice Bentley to slow down. CHAOS .
The lady rolled her eyes and twisted her neck, while stepping closer to the bus driver and pointing her bony little fingers in his face. She was quite sassy indeed. It made me laugh a bit inside, she reminded me of my best friend from high school, Babs. Oh, Babs was quite the character. Brilliant in deed, absolutely brilliant. But Babs had a slick mouth, sharp tongue, and a demanding attitude. One would be crazy to go against the almighty Babs. But what I loved most about Babs, she was passionate about the things and ones she loved, she demanded her respect. Babs had my back.... I wondered where she was now. My only friend now was a seven year old...I love her to pieces, but it gets lonely sometimes .
In attempts to dart into the clinic unseen, I bumped into a rather handsom fellow. Really mellow, really laid back....really familiar looking. Justin West. I had seen him around the apartments, around town, everywhere. He was somewhat of a local celebrity.
I couldn't help but to blush when he nodded at me as if though that excused him. A faint smile flashed across his face, an optimist would say it was a shy smile. You know, the smile that forces itself across your face when that person who you had been admiring from a distance for some while now finally, unexpectedly was staring right back at you. But a realist would say he was simply being polite. Indeed, he was polite.
I wondered what he was doing in the clinic. My first time coming into contact with a celebrity, or as close of a celebrity that I would ever meet, and I'm headed to get whore tested...Well, wasn't like I had a chance in hell anyways.
