ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀ

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I was sitting down on my bed with my back against the wall with a tissue box and tissues on my bed. Since last night, Jake didn't want to sleep with me so he slept in the guest room because he was afraid to get sick.

"Here, a bowl of soup." Mom walked into my room and gave me a bowl of soup.

"Thanks mom." I sniffled.

"You want to see the doctor, honey?" Mom asked me, taking the used tissues from my bed and putting them into the wastebasket.

"It will be gone tomorrow." I shake my head. "Mom, it's diva week in glee club and I am confused as to whose song I should sing, Beyoncé, Rihanna or Alicia Keys?"

"You listed all black singers?" Mom chuckles.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I mean, you can see that black is the real diva and I want to prove to them that I can be the next half-black diva even though I look more Latina." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah you are. When you were born, your father thought I cheated with a Latina guy but I didn't." Mom smiles at me.

"Okay so what song should I sing?" I asked my mom.

"You want to hear my suggestion?" Mom raises her eyebrows at me.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Get rid of your cold first." Mom kissed my forehead then walked away bringing me a wastebasket.

I let out a sigh and stood up from my bed then walked into the closet. I walked into the walk-in and started looking at my dresses on the dress rack, trying to look for the best dress that I should wear for the diva assignment.

I guess I know what song I should sing for our diva assignment. My favorite song from my favorite singer. She is black and she is the diva. I will kill it. 



Short chapter so I will post another one.

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