𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗚𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗮
She gave me one look, and I was weak at the knees; my heart, which had been dead for so long, felt like it was being shocked and brought back to life at the mere sight of her. The control she had over me didn't make any sen...
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"Okay, you ready?" Summer inquires, her straight blond hair falling down her back to her knees, the same straight blond hair I envy when mine refuses to straighten itself. I nod, sitting straight in my chair and brushing off my yellow summer dress.
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Summer hits the play button and crosses her legs behind the camera.
"For my Grade 6 "Family Relations" project I choose my cousin on my Mom's side of the family, Grace Ricci" She begins, earning a scoff from Faith. She's just jealous that Summer chose me.
"This is my cousin and she's adopted" I smile and wave at the camera, imagining I'm in the front of the actual Grade 6 class.
"Gracey- I mean Grace what is your ethnicity?" She inquires, sliding her paper under her thigh.
"Ummm" I stutter feeling a little anxious now "I'm adopted, so I didn't know my birth parents like that, but I did a test and it turns out my mother was African, specifically Nigerian, and my father was Italian," I said, nodding to myself.
Summer gives me a thumbs up as she looks down at her paper for the next question, "Okay, then why is your hair blond?"
I twirl a strand of my blond hair around my finger, staring at it for a moment "Well, I had that question myself," I say, dropping the strand and returning my gaze to the camera "I was told I'm probably a descendant of an African Melanesian tribe that was discovered in Nigeria years ago, and on top of that you have to remember my mother had kinky black hair and my father was white-ish." I add the ish because I consider Italians to be very cultured.
Summer nods and asks, "What languages can you speak?"
I chuckle to myself, "I know so many I can't keep track...I speak Spanish, Japanese, Polish, French, Arabic, German, Russian, Italian, Hausa, Filipino, Yoruba, and Turkish," I explain, counting with my fingers and toes.
Summers's jaw drops, making me giggle "Can you say something in each language?"
"Do we have the time?" I ask. Her face scrunches up as she looks at the top of her phone screen "We have enough time for one then we have to move on"
