"𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞'𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕞"
Amari Alvarez, a 15 year old girl from El Salvador and Haiti attends Brooklyn visions academy her junior year, leaving behind all her friends. What happens when she has...
Amari is half salvadorian, a small Central American country near Honduras. And half Haitian, a medium sized country neighboring to Dominican Republic. She is currently living in NY Brooklyn. She lives in a dorm that she shares with Miles Morales.
She inherited mostly black traits from her father who is not present in her life (you will find out how soon)
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(This is what Amari looks like)
A little bit about her, she is funny, charismatic, outgoing, but when meeting new people she is shy at first. she has an older sister named Xiomara but she is studying across the country in California. Her love language is physical touch. She has a slight accent. She absolutely adores her mother Yaritza Morant she protects her with her life.
She LOVES the nicknames Ma, Mama, and Mamas. Her style is earthy. her type is black, hispanic guys. Doesn't have much Friend's, just one close one, not particularly because she's not likable just because she'd rather be alone. Her favorite food is pupusas, originated from El Salvador.
Miles nickname for her: riri
They are both 16 in this story
Amari loves engineering. She can create very high tech. Keep that in mind it is important later on in the story.
This a slow burn romance. She will have other love interests during the story.
Epilogue Italics- flashback
Amari was a kind soul. She was incredibly smart, she had a passion for science and engineering, creating inventions since she was 5, she loved her family deeply, she loved her country deeply, both of them. She was a mature child, most of times she acted like the older sister.
It was Christmas, the day that family should be celebrated, not mourned. I was 9 years old. I remember running down the stairs from my room in such a rush to open all my presents, I was wearing my reindeer onesie, how innocent i was back then. Not a care in the world.
I looked down at the Christmas tree to see it shining and glittering from bottom to top. The smell of Christmas cookies rushed my nose. With its gold and red glittery ornaments that reflected her beautiful smile. And on the top a shiny angel looking down on her, smiling. She saw her father, Andres Morant sitting on the couch he had Christmas pajama on too, she looked at his curly hair underneath a Santa hat then at his face. A wide smile resting on his cheeks.
Then Amari looked at her fathers right, there her beautiful mother sat with her wavy hair and red pajamas, also smiling. Then she looked down and her sister, Xiomara was crisscrossed on the carpet with a big grin on her face. Excitement in her eyes.
"Mami! Papi! Xiomara! Let's open presents! Come on!" Amari yelled while jumping, making her curly hair bounce.
"Yeah let's go!" Xiomara said giggling, she was 12 at the time. "This one is for you," my mother said handing me a big box wrapped in blue wrapping paper.
I ripped the wrapping paper like a hungry shark, my mom quickly chastised me.
"Que tu estate asiendo! Podemos year eso otra vez para la Navidad proxima!" (What are you doing! We could've used that again for next Christmas!) My mother yelled "Esta cipota" (this girl) my mother mumbled.
"Perdoname mami," I said laughing, my sister started laughing too. I grabbed the present back and started unwrapping it again, carefully this time. I took off the tape and unraveled it, and there laid a ps4.
"OH MY GOD! YOU GOT ME A PS4" I screamed
My dad chuckled, "Se pou ou menm ak sè ou, pa touye tèt ou tou," (its for you and your sister, dont kill yourselves taking turns) My father spoke in Haitian Creole.
"Thank you papa," I said and hugged my father, not knowing it was going to be the last time I hugged him.
My sister opened a few of her presents too. She got a phone since she was turning 12 and just started middle school, And some clothes. I got a basketball hoop which I was so grateful for since I thought the ps4 was more than enough. When I was done opening presents my father stood up.
"I'll be right back. Okay baby? I just need a surprise gift for you and your sister," he said in his thick accent, leaving the house, how I wished I had stopped him.
*a few hours later*
"Mami dad still hasn't come back I'm going to check outside" I said worried
"Not without Xiomara, you're not"
I waved over Xiomara to come outside. We put on all our sweaters and jackets on and headed outside. We walked just a little down the street. I could see someone laying on the snow. We walked a bit further. And realized it was our father, the man who raised us, laying on the ground, lifeless with a bullet in his head. The gift he was getting us, in his arms.
"PAPA! NO" I shrieked my sister was crying too but I was too focused to realize what she was saying. My knees buckled as tears started pouring out of my eyes. As I looked at my father the man who once loved me, the man who was just smiling at me a few hours ago. Gone.
