She was only 8 years old.
8 years old and she saw her mother get killed by a drive by. From that day poor Nova has been traumatized and has been to foster home to foster home. At the age of 12, Nova has anger and trust issues, never letting anyo...
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N O V A
"Is this good enough?" I asked for the 26th time and I'm getting really annoyed.
Right now, I was getting ready for this very important dinner Malcom was talking about and by the sounds of it was very important that I'm on my best behavior, not to be rude in any way, and to dress nicely. So right now, I'm trying to find a nice enough outfit to wear that is good enough for these very important guests that are coming over. Kya was helping me because I know for a fact that I would most likely put on some sweats and call it a day.
"I don't know Nova; Christian did say a dress would be more suitable." Kya said looking at my outfit.
"Ugh, why do I need to dress up in the first place. It's not like we're having dinner with the president." I said annoyed throwing my hands up and go back into my closet to find something else.
"No, but it will really mean a lot to the boys if you look your best. " She chuckles.
Yeah, so I don't ruin the Sanchez's perfect reputation.
I was starting to get frustrated looking for a dress when in the corner of my eye I saw a black box on the floor. I crouched down to open it and when I looked inside, I couldn't believe it.
F L A S H B A C K
"Nova come on you gotta pick something out in here." Deigo whines.
We're at our third store right now at the mall and I honestly was so over it, like I should have enough clothes for a whole village. Right now, we're in an expensive classy dress shop that is too pristine for my liking. The Deigo I had to have some dresses for special occasions in the future. I asked him why and he said to do what he says. Ha. Not likely.
"What about this" he holds up a pink puffy sparkling dress.
"No" I deadpan.
"Why" he asks confused.
"It's pink." i said like it's so obvious.
"You don't like pink?"he asks still confused.
"You think because I'm a girl I like pink." I asked getting irritated.
"O-oh no I mean I thought it would look nice on you no because it's pink. Anyone can wear pink, I think pink is a unisex color all colors are I'm not trying to stereotype colors or any-" he kept rambling on while rubbing the back of his neck and I could faintly see a little bit of red from his ears.
"I'm gonna let that pass for now but if I hear another stereotype comment from you I'm gonna find your most expensive possessions and break them." I cut him off and walk away.
