Michela

CHAPTER ONE - AM I WHITE OR AM I BLACK?

NB: THIS BOOK IS STILL UNDER EDITING!!!!

High school. Some people call it paradise while to others, it is hell. It certainly hasn't been like paradise to me. Nina Nader, that's my name. Weird name isn't it? Well the name certainly suits me. My school mates call me N.N and before you ask, no they're not my initials. It means Nerdy Nun, yeah that's right. Dylan Carson, my mortal enemy gave me the name and it stuck. Nerdy because I'm actually the student with the highest GPA and Nun because I don't, no scrape that, 'CAN'T' wear what everyone else wears; mini skirts, ripped jeans, cropped tops, tons of makeup, flashy jewellery, expensive clothing, you just name it. Even when our class went to the beach, I wore shorts and a T-shirt, while all the other girls wore their two-piece swimsuits. I also don't use swear words, its not my thing even though everyone else uses them. Don't blame me, My family is very conservative and we are DEVOUT Christians.

Christians aren't expected to expose their cleavage or unmentionables as my mom would often call it, Christians aren't expected to get drunk, talk back at elders, fight, you just mention it. I like being a Christian no doubt but I can't just help thinking that if I wasn't born into a family of devout Christians, maybe I'll be accepted, maybe, just maybe I won't be left out. Yeah that's what crosses my mind sometimes.

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Monday, the day all students dread, the day I'd have to go to school, had finally arrived. I lazily opened one eye, then the other, uh-oh the sun is up!! I'll be late for school. With this in mind, I jumped up from my bed, brushed my teeth, wore my clothes which consisted of My usual clothing style; jeans;not skinny jeans, (my mom would never let me wear those because they're too tight according to her and Christians should not wear clingy clothes), tops and sneakers; not Nikes or Jordans or my favorite Chuck Taylors, they're just plain sneakers I found on sale. Oh, and don't forget my glasses, they're a necessary accessory because of my condition.

I rushed down the stairs, only to meet both my parents downstairs waiting for me with arms crossed on their chest, and with faces that showed pure and utter disappointment. Others might think I was caught stealing or having sex. uh-oh this can't go down well. I thought to myself.

"What were you thinking young lady, coming down from your room at this time? This is seven thirty-five. You were supposed to leave this house five minutes ago. This isn't how you brought up, you were taught to be conscious of time and......"

Then she went on and on and on, I heard 'THE TALK' for about ten minutes. The only response I gave was 'I'm sorry', because in my house, you're not allowed to talk back or even explain yourself, the only word allowed is sorry. You can't blame me for being late, I had spent the night before doing both my assignments, and those of my classmates, thinking of separate answers for each of them, because the answers mustn't be exactly the same. Before you ask, no I wasn't being paid for doing it, doing it reduces the number of people that pick on me.

I got to school late, thanks to 'THE TALK'. Worse still, I got after school detention. Classes went on as usual, with me answering most of the questions and getting snickers from behind me. Dylan and his evil barbie girlfriend, Lydia threw jabs at me every chance they got for my dressing style and look. I paid no attention to them as usual.

Lunch time came, with me avoiding the Cafeteria as usual, that was until Lydia rushed to me with a huge smile on her face well that's creepy. She threw her hand around my neck and asked me to come to lunch with her.

"Nina! What are you doing out here, you should be inside having lunch! Are you scared?"

I stared blankly, damn right I'm scared.

"Oh, don't give me that face, come to lunch with me, you can sit at our table."

"Ehm, well.... I think I'm okay here, Don't worry about..."

"Oh don't give me that, everyone deserves to use the cafeteria."

With that, she linked her arms in mine and dragged me to the cafeteria. I smelt a very big rotting rat.

Immediately when I stepped into the cafeteria, everyone one stopped to give me the 'what-is-she-doing-here' look. Lydia dragged me towards the lunch trays. Yeah I took one, got my lunch and was walking with Lydia towards the table, suddenly my face fell on something hot and sticky.

Lydia tripped me, my glasses fell off, and I fell face flat on floor with my face buried in my food, MY HOT FOOD! I tried my best to wipe it away from my face, while stifling a sob,it stung even more. I looked up and saw that everyone was watching me with their phones out, recording. I felt tears prick my eyes. I looked around, everyone had smiles or smirks on their faces, I saw Dylan and his friends high-five Lydia. It was actually a dare- make a fool out of NN publicly, and just like the fool they said I was,  I walked right into the trap. I heard people say words like; serves her right, who does she think she is? I heard Dylan say the word Albie. yeah you guessed right, and for all of you wondering what that means. albie is the short form of Albino. That's my condition, I'm albino. I'm neither white nor Black.

I crawled to where my glasses were, Lydia kicked them forward, I crawled to where she kicked them to, just as I was about to pick them up, she stepped on them, breaking them, and turned around to walk away, stepping on my outstretched hand in the process.

I rushed out of the cafeteria to the bathroom, I went to put cold water on my face to help with the pain on my face. I checked my face in the mirror, it was horrible. I looked as red as a tomato. Courtesy; Lydia, the one and only queen bee.

I wasn't actually surprised, I had gone through worse, much worse, but the only question I asked myself was, "am I white or am I Black?"

To say I felt bad about my condition was an understatement. I felt horrible, sad, angry, frustrated and disgusted. Why did I have to be like this? Everyone else is different, why me? I have black parents, and white classmates. Why can't I just fit in?

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would you do if you were Nina?

My answer: I'd probably beat Lydia up, and use her hair as a mop. Lol. I do not like bullies!

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Hey guys!! I'm back!!!! and welcome to the world of Michela. this is my second story on Wattpad, even though I've not completed the other one lol. i hope you enjoy this story and please tell me what you think in the comment section. A lot of us has been bullied before, including me, but I fought back, lets hope Nina would do the same.

NB; this is a fantasy novel.

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