August 24, 2017
"She's not breathing!" the paramedics shouted as they rushed the distressed person into the hospital.
"CLEAR!"
August 24, 2015
You gettin' ready to walk into the best time of your life.
Tri - City Singers
It's Your Time
(REWRITTEN)
I sat up in my bed looking out the window. It was twelve a.m and my house was completely silent, other than the sounds of the infomercial playing in the background. I knew I should've been asleep but my nerves ran wild as I stared blankly at the tv. Junior year. I was one step closer to beginning my life as an adult. Beginning a career, finding love, getting married, and living happily are some of my goals. My friends tease me because I think of my long term goals at such a young age; they always say enjoy the now, but I can't. My dreams are too big to leave them in the future, I have to start preparing for them now.
My mind raced, thinking of how I see my life in the next ten years. I would live in a ranch styled home. A little tea cup Pomeranian running through the yard. Three children, two girls and a boy. My life would be perfect. My thoughts were cut off by my eyes finally closing, sleep taking over me.
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"Wake up." I turned the other direction, raising the blankets over my head.
"Wake ya ass up. No one is playing games, you know you have school today," my mother shouted as she shook me.
"I'm up ma," I groaned slipping the blankets off of my body. I slid to the edge off the bed, looking at the wall as I tried to fully wake myself up.
My mother walked out the bedroom softly closing the door. I shook my head as my feet touched the cold oak wood floor making me shiver slightly. Yawning, I walked to my bathroom and locked the door.
I turned on the light making me close my eyes from its brightness. After my eyes adjusted, I looked in the mirror and slightly smiled.My dark chocolate skin was covered in an avocado mask, my hair covered in a leopard print bonnet. My white teeth glistened underneath my blue braces.
Knowing that if I wasn't ready within thirty minutes, my mother would rush me, I stopped admiring myself and took my shower. I stood in the shower, the scorching water hitting my skin as I traced my stretch marks with my washcloth. I knew I was flawed, but I embraced them. Flaws are what make you who you are.
After showering and oiling down with coconut oil and cocoa butter, I stood in my closet and looked for something to wear. I knew I should've founded something to wear the night before, but even if I did find something, I would have changed my mind. Ten minutes later I settled on a white Polo oxford shirt, with khaki Levis, my utility jean jacket and my red Adidas Superstars. I pulled out my red hijab wrapping it and then sticking my silver Chanel pin in it. Layering my lips with Carmex and then clear lip gloss. My uniform is poppin', melanin is severely poppin'. I'm ready to take over the world.
Satisfied with my outfit, I picked up my multi-color JanSport, cellphone, and purse, and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.
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Reign (Rewriting)
Teen FictionLife isn't always simple, and Reign begins to learn this through her journey to womanhood.