*EDITING*
No one is perfect but let's be honest most people are.....you might want to hate love but love doesn't hate you, it would follow you around...
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+Flashback+
6 in the morning, a few hours before school, quietly sobbing in the back of my closet as i listen to my parents yell at each other, I've watched this for years but why cant they just stop once especially today, my 12th birthday, 12 years of my life and all I was from my parents were pure hatred for each other ,
"its his birthday why cants you not be drunk for one time!, you're so embarrassing", my mother yells at my father , her voice loud enough for me to hear her from upstairs,
"I'm not fu*king drink b*tch, and that piece of shit doesn't even deserve all this shit!",i hear him struggling to speak, the "shit" he was referring to was the decorations and presents my mum and sister had put up, I loved it but i guess it was shit really cause he just had to spoil it for me,
I got tired of crying , wiped my tears and grabbed my bag for school, as walk down the steps i see they're still stupidly yelling at each other and I walk out the door, I hear my mom yelling my name but I ignore it and sat in the bus,
silent wasn't always common on this bus but thankfully today was a good day, getting to school nd watching as everyone ran around happily, some hugging their parents or jogging happily into the school, Good for them.
I walk into class and my eyes land on a girl sitting on my seat, i hate when people do that but i guess i would mind if she did, she has dark brown skin and bright brown eyes, she had braids with transparent, i think white idk, beads at the ends of each braid, she had bright white teeth as smiled at an group of kids that looked like they were intrigued by her , cant lye she is very beautiful maybe i can try to be her friend , maybe
"hey....um....sorry....that's my assigned seat...um...you can check for your actual on...on the p...paper over th...there" i don't know know if i was stuttering because of this morning or because of how she smiled at me as i talked but I'm honestly more worried if my cheeks are red or not
"oh! im so sorry, i came a bit early and no-one was here so i just sat down, thanks for telling me, ill go check it out, again im sorry and um my name is nifemi, I'm new here i know so i don't know much..." i watched her ramble on about how she hasn't been to America before but i honestly couldn't hear much, i was just salvaging the fact someone spoke to me like i was human for once in this place, her accented voice that rolled off her tongue as she spoke was interesting , the confidence that radiated off her as she spoke, was the only thing i could pay attention to
" hey! nifemi, your seat is right next to mine..." this person didn't say her name as well as she did, i didn't sound as beautiful as it sounded when she said it, i snapped out of my gaze when i heard her calling me
"hey!... ive said too much sorry" then i felt bad i haven't spoken and just stared at her as i watched her excited smile fall into a sympathetic one. "NO NO....no um you're not talking too much. i...um was just trying to figure out how to pronounce your name"...i was trying to get that smile back and i succeeded
"oh um you can call me ife, if that's easier?" ife , a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, when i said it ,it still didn't sound the same but at least i got her name right?, "and what's your name?..." she looked excited to know me, which was a first for me, people here just do t even bother to notice me, i liked the feeling she gave me, recognition
"Um..im-" before i could say anything ,the teacher rushed in and queued ife to the front desk, to introduce herself i guess, i can know know more about this girl
"hey everyone!, Good morning!", "hey mrs Philips!", everyone said but not me, i was waiting to hear what ife was going to say, her age, birthday, favorite food an color, everything so i can memorize them
''We have a new student today and will you please be quiet as we listen to her", yes Mrs. I am all ears, she started of greeting the class and Mrs. Philips and giving me a cute smile, my cheeks getting red as smile back at her
"Hey! im Nifemi but u can call me ife, I'm 10 years old, from Nigeria and I'm so excited to start this journey with all of you!", she's 10, im 2 years older than her, this school age requirement for this grade was 12 actually but she has to be really smart for her to be a class ahead
"Miss ife is quite smart, that's why she's in this class, so treat her like an equal", she simply answered my question, "You may take your seat, ife ", i watched her walk passed me still smiling at me, her seat was directly behind and that made me happy
