At seven o’clock, Amanda is already dressed up for school. Did I say school? – I meant school mate’s birthday party.
It seemed kind of surprising to everyone, Amanda barely watches television programs with everyone but was still staring at the mirror smiling, dressing her hair back and forth still uncomfortable, she lets her free.
Mom stood speechless watching, a companied by Brother Paul, I and Gloria our housemaid. Her smiles at no one exactly were worth the family checking up on her if she’s okay or if she needs the help of the mental asylum. After a while, she started murmuring to the tin air as if answering questions. She shakes her head moving her blonde hair back and forth trying to behave shabbily.
After some time, she laughed out and her cheeks flush red maybe because of her complexion or maybe she was blushing at tin air too.
Mom couldn’t take it anymore the whole thing looked crazy to her, she felt like slapping her but rather she called on her rashly.
“Amanda, are you okay?” She asked looking at Amanda’s body response; she seemed to be absent-minded the whole time.
“Mum,” she responded looking at me and Brother Paul. The way we stood stationary explains that we were there for a long time staring at her mode display.” I was practicing,” she added scratching her hair and putting her face down.
The surprise on everyone’s face was kind of scary.
I thought you were going to a birthday party?” mum asked.
“Yes mom,” she responded
“What then are you practicing for?” mom asked curiously.
Immediately, her brain ran as far...