Chapter Fifty - Slime

Letisha Hearst Carter

I was about to say something when I realized Janelle’s daughter was crying because a lot of slimes was on her hair.

“Krizel!” I heard Janelle worriedly running towards her. Krizel teared up before hugging her mother, she was too shocked to speak and had those tears falling from her reddened cheek.

She probably liked the slime too much and got bullied about it. I can’t accept that they put it in her hair.

Poor Krizel has to cut it all off and she would be in a boy cut that would cause a huge disaster with her confidence. She has beautiful locks of hazelnut hair, I’m so bothered that she has to cut it off.

“Who is your mother?” I curiously asked while raising my eyebrows. They looked like they were intimidated by my height.

“I am her mother, is there something going on here?” I looked to the side and saw a woman dressed in slutty clothes with bright red lipstick plastered on her lips.

I sighed deeply, trying to get the right words that stuck right on the tip of my