All day I was worried about what the girl said. I was so scared that I had to call Keisha to take me shopping to get my mind off of it.
Text messages:
Me: hey keish wyd
Kiesha: nuffin
Me: u wanna go to the mall wiff me
Kiesha: how bout u come ova my house instead
Me:ard
I threw on some clothes and headed to Keisha's house. When I arrived at her house I felt an instinct to run but I just avoided it. I walked up to her front door and knocked on it. She answered the door.
"Hey Keisha" I said with a perky voice.
"Now" she screamed.
Everything was so fuzzy aftwards
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Pretty for a Dark Skinned Girl
Ficção AdolescenteTameka is very insecure because of her skin color. All of her friends are light skinned and she thinks that's prettier. Tameka constantly beats herself up because of it. Will Tameka look past her skin color and find love? or will she keep her featur...
