A young girl abandoned by her mother, she then had no choice but to move with her grandparents that she never met. She goes through so much ups and downs while being in the church, shifting her life around, family and more.
Also with her career in s...
I never liked going to school; it was easier to skip it when I lived with my mother, but it seems like my grandparents will be strict with me about this. It's obvious they don't play. All I wanted was to make it through the day. I didn't want anyone to approach me, stare at me, or even make eye contact. I prayed for a little before going to my first class, which was math. I walked immediately to the back corner, where it could be more difficult for people to see me, and I prayed that nobody would choose to sit near to me. Everyone sat in the first 3 rows but then someone with a camouflage bandanna and shirt quickly sat next to me. Why didn't she sit in the front with everyone else? I really didn't want her to talk to me..
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Lisa: Hey! I'm Lisa, what's yo name?
I looked at her and pulled a fake smile
Christina: Hi, I'm Christina ( I said, then turned away so she wouldn't speak to me.)
Lisa: You new here?
Why is she still talking to me? Ugh!
Christina: um, yes I am.
Lisa: You not much of a talker huh? (She says with a giggle)
Christina: Ima be real with you, I just want to get through this day. And I definitely don't wanna make friends. Especially with girls. (As I looked down to draw a heart in my music notebook)
Lisa: Well we are even! You give stuck up, girly girl that lives in a big house vibes anyway. (As she rolls her eyes then drawing in her notebook)
Christina: I'm not, though. (As I turned to face her again)
Lisa: mhm (continuing to draw)
I ignored her and then class began. I hate math, what's the point of learning angles and stuff? After attending all of my other classes the school day was finally over. I made it with no one else talking to me. However, as usual, I received a few strange looks. My grandmother Karen was waiting for me in her white Range Rover when I went out the door. Smiling, I hopped in.
Karen: Hey sweetheart! How was your first day? (As she grabs my backpack and turns to place it in the back)
Christina: It was alright..ready to go home. ( I said, laying my head against the door and yawning.)
Karen: Awe poor baby is tired. Ima get you home.
We arrived at the house quickly since it was not too far from the school. I asked my grandmother a question as she started to park.
Christina: Have you heard from my mom? I would love to tell her about my first day. (I spoke with a hint of eagerness)
It took a moment for her to speak until she broke the silence
