Atlanta Life ✈️

Chapter 1

I skimmed through my closet deciding what to wear to school today.
I decided to just throw on something simple. After completing my usual morning routine I threw on a striped tanktop, some ripped shorts, a gold chain necklace, and some tan booties. I topped it all off with a tan jacket. I admired myself in my long door mirror and I must admit that I looked good. After applying some light makeup which consisted of, mascara, light eye shadow, and a little blush. I headed down stairs for breakfast.
"Hey mom."
My mother slightly waved, not once looking up from her newspaper.
Now I must tell you, lord forgive me but my mom was one rude ass bitch and sometimes I just couldn't stand her. She was stuck up and felt like the world owed her something. I remember at my 16th birthday she completely ruined everything for me because she basically embarrassed me im front of over 200 people.

"Excuse me everyone." My mom said clearing her throat on the microphone.
"Oh my god what is she doing now?" I said placing my hand on my face and shaking my head.
"So as you all know tonight is Milaya's birthday, but just yesterday my daughter Taylinn graduated highschool give her a round of applause, Milaya's grades could use a bit of improvement, especially since she's barely passing the 10th grade. She said with an evil grin on her face.
The crowd looked around confused at what was just said.
"Oh my gosh, I hate you!" I said running to the restroom.
I ran into a stall and cried my eyes out, my mother always compared me to my older sister Taylinn, she knew that I was getting a tutor so the reason for her saying that was just to embarrass me.
All my life I have been compared to my older sister, she was class president, won the essay contest, and won countless amounts of academic awards. I was never stupid, I just wasn't as smart as my older sister and my mom always held it against me. From that night on I hated my mom, but since she was still my mom, I did have to respect her.

"Morning sweetie." My dad said with a smile.
"Morning dad." I said smiling back
My dad was completely different from my mom, he treated all of his children the same. He loved none of us more than the other, I quite honestly don't know why they are together. I finished up my breakfast and I headed out to my white Mercedes and drove to school. I almost forgot, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Malaysia, I was born in the Southern part of California but recently moved here to Atlanta, Georgia for my dad's new job. I was born with naturally black wavy hair that reaches the lower part of my back. I have light, smooth skin a little darker than the color of sand. My eyes are naturally a hazel, gray color that changes color in the sun. I sit around 5'8 with C- cup perky breasts and a nice round ass. It wasn't the biggest, but I definitely wasn't flat. I inherited all of this from my mother's side of the family except for my eyes which were inherited from my father's side of the family.
After finally finding a parking space, I stepped onto the hard concrete and made my way into the large, busy school building.