Chapter 1 (Edited)

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Merina's POV

(Please be aware that some of the writing will be in Caribbean slang, but should not affect the understanding of the story)

The sun was hotter than usual today, as I walked out of the school yard sweat dripping down my face burning my eyes. I looked down at my old worn out sneaker and sighed the front of the left shoes was torn and it looked like it was begging for food. I wiped of the sweat that poured down my  face with the edge of my gym shirt.

I had just gotten out of gym class, it was my last class of the day at Soualiga High School, and I was tired. " Hey Rina wait for me nuh! I'm going by the library". Hey Edna what’s up girl? Edna looked down at what was left of my gym shoes and looked at me. 'Why your shoes look like da"? Girl I don't think I'm going to the library today I'm tired. Edna laughed! " What happen Mr. Jacobs kill you all today in gym man"? Yes girl we played Volley ball today, all that jumping and running around got me tired and sweating like a pig.We walked and talked about our day at school. Ground lizards scurried under a bush , and the birds flew from branch to branch on the large Craboo trees in full bloom and sprouting beautiful yellow flowers. I looked at Edna as she  talked and thought of how thankful I was to have her in my life as my friend.

Edna Peterson is a petit beauty with light skin, grey eyes, and long curly hair that sat wild today on top of her head . Everyone liked her and called her firecracker a well deserved nickname. If you told her something she didn't like she was quick to put you in check. "Okay I guess I'm going to the Library by myself today, I will see you tomorrow". Yeah bye. It was our last term in school and with exams just around the corner The Philipsburg Jubilee Library was a daily part of our life, but today I would study at home later after I take a shower and had something to eat. 

Good afternoon Ma! "Hey your home, how was school today you look tired". I am tired, what you cook? "Food "she said, I laughed and asked what food?" Chicken Locry ". Yum I am so hungryyyyy. My mother Lucia Coffee raised me and my younger sister Cara as a single mother and she is the best cook I know. 

We lived in a small two bed room houseShe works hard as a sous chef at Barefoot Terrace, a local restaurant on the waterfront. It was her day off today and it felt great to come home to a hot meal. It’s amazing the meals she could put together with the little that we have. I went to my room shed my clothes, took a pause, and put my study material for today out on my bed for later. I ran passed my mom and dashed into the shower to take a bath. The cool water felt great on my skin after such a hot and tiring day at school. After my bath I went back to my room and slipped into a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt and proceeded to sit at the kitchen table to eat my lunch. I ate to my fill and went out on the small wooden porch to sit for a while before I dove into my studies. We lived in a small wooden house at the edge of town.

The house had a view of the ocean and watched the cruise ships that sail in every morning and leave at sunset. I lay in the flower printed sheet with pieces of rope tied on each end that we used to make a hammock, daydreaming about what it would be like on one of those floating hotels. "Big head"! Ahhhhh! "Hahahah scared you". My little sister Cara jumped on the squeaky stairs and scared me back to reality. I grabbed her and tickled her until she laughed so hard it hurt. Cara my bubbly six year old sister stood looking at me with her big brown eyes laughing. She would always come up with ways to scare me to death."Is Ma home"? She is inside Cara go inside and change out of the uniform so you can eat lunch. "What did Ma cook today"? she asked with a big smile on her face. Locry!"Yes! I can't wait to eat I know it would be something good".Yep so hurry and go change "okay". I went back to my room and got ready to hit my accounts notes, because we had that at first period tomorrow morning. 

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