Trustworthy

Introduction 1.

" Always follow your dreams my child and you shall get to your destination"

      My mom always told me that before I left for school each day. My name is Amali which means hope in Hawaiian,I am Black and Hawaiian or as my Dad used to say "his little mixed beauty".
     
       I am 17, and in the 11th grade, unlike other kids my age I look up to going to school each day.

      But back to when I was telling you about my parents, the reason I'm using the past tense word was is because both of my parents died when I was ten and I've been living different foster homes scince then.
     
      My foster mom Andrea is a very nice woman but her husband Eric can't seem to keep his hands to himself, I know I'm supposed to tell someone about how I'm living but my friends would judge my life.

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Amali's pov

      "AMALI WAKE UP" yelled Eric.
Groaning and turning over from the sudden noise Amali looked over at her IPhone 6 to check the time.

8:56am
"Oh my gosh I need to hurry"I said.

      Getting up and walking over to my connected bathroom I turned on the shower and sat on the toilet top to wait for it to warm up. After washing my body and brushing my teeth I went into my walk in closet to choose my outfit for the day,picking out red Jordans and a black crop top with some light jeans.

      After sitting at my vanity I brushed my hair and sprayed a bit of hairspray to keep my hard to tame curly hair down. Grabbing my purse and phone I sprayed a bit of my favorite Victoria's Secret perfume while walking out of my neat room.

      "Goodmorning Amali" said Eric. Not wanting to start anything I just rolled my eyes on the inside and politely said hi while continuing out the door after grabbing my breakfast sandwich Andrea made before going to work.

     At the bustop I could see my bestfriend Jariyah walking towards me.
      "Hey girl how come you didn't wait for me?" She asked. "My bad I was distracted by my dad" I said. I hate keeping that they're not my real parents from her but I'm scared that she might judge me for who I really am so I just keep things to myself.
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Jariayah's pov

My name is Jariyah and I am fully black. I am 17 and in the 11th grade like Amali. I love my shortcake soo much I'm glad she's my bestfriend we tell each other almost everything and her parents are the best to be around.

      "JARIYAH YOUR RUNNING LATE"

      I hate my parents so much they get on my damn nerves for no reason what's the point if I sleep a little over my time it's not the end of the world. But after doing my morning routine I put my hair in a messy bun with some leggings,crop top and black Air Force One's.

      Grabbing some Hot Fries I started walking to the bustop wondering why Amali didn't wait for me today. Scrolling down my Instagram feed I see a selfie my idol August Alsina posted after liking it and putting it as my screen saver I met reached Amali at the bustop.

       "Hey girl how come you didn't wait for me?" I asked.
     
       "My bad I was distracted by my dad",not minding I stood by her and started taking selfies.

      Seeing herself in my camera Amali started making faces while I snapped picture's.

      "Eew here we go to the hell hole" said Amali laughing.
     
      After getting on the bus and sitting in our seats we listened to our music while we drove to school.
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Hey my name is Ashanti and this is my first book I hope you like what I wrote so far. Vote
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-Ashanti❤