Life happens ( interracial teen romance)

prologue:where the story begins

** January 24, 2010**

My mother smiled at me, as she painted my face with make up, then after she was finished pulled back my curly hair into a ponytail and lastly, sprayed me with perfume that smelled like Jasmine. When she was done she examined me and said "you are going to look beautiful." I looked up at her with my wide-set honey brown eyes, only to see hers were filed with tears. She said, her voice, slightly shaky in our native Hutu language. " My beautiful daughter. You will have to go away," She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand as tears ran down them. I didn't know what she meant or where I was going. I just knew that I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave her or the only home I'd ever known. " No mum, I don't want to go!" I asserted. She hugged me and kissed my forehead. She said," I can't take care of you anymore, Nafi. Please don't make me feel worse about this." She pulled back to look into my eyes, clutched my small hands, trying to console me. "I don't want you to go. You are my only child, but you have to. I don't have the money to take care of birth of us and it isn't safe here anymore. I want you to have better and nicer things." Before she finished talking, she pulled off on old locket from around her neck. That belonged to my father. "With this necklace, you will always know that I am  with you. Even though you are far away from me. I am your mother that will never change. No matter where you go or who you go with. I am always going to be your mother, Nafisa." Just as she was putting the necklace on me. There was a knock at the door. As she was about to open it, she turned to me one last time. Then wiped her eyes with her apron and opened the door. There was two women and a man standing in the doorway. One of the women was tall with short blonde hair, she had pale skin, and green eyes. She looked at our home in disgust, but when she saw me she said, looking at the other lady with brown unkempt hair," she's gorgeous she'll be perfect for Ezra." she was a lot shorter than the other woman, her she had olive skin, and brown eyes. The woman said "I'm sure she will." What did she mean I'd be perfect for Ezra? Perfect for what? And Who's Ezra? I thought staying silent as she continued to ask questions about me. " Does she know English?" The blonde woman asked, to which the Brunette said " yes, she is fluent in it." The blonde woman liked pleased by that and said to my mother. " You have nothing to worry about. She will be well taken care of." I looked at my mum for a moment and said " Please mum, I want to stay." She began to cry harder than I had ever seen her. She hugged and kissed me for the last time. And before I left, she said something that I would not soon forget. " You must leave, my darling. Here your opportunities are limited, but where you are going they are abundant. " She stroked my curly hair, and said. " I love you," She pushed me to the door gently. I know that what my mother did seemed cruel, but You see seven months ago, some girls in our village were kidnapped. We know the girls were not harmed most likely, because they left behind one of the girls in the village. she didn't come back hurt, but she did come back pregnant. She told us that the girls were married off or worse sold to be prostitutes. She however escaped both.
I had known how worried my mum was about it happening to me. I guess she figured this way I'd be safer. In plus, My mother was all by herself so she was my sole provider, because my dad moved back to Iran after I was born. He left my mother and I behind. My mum never told me why, but I already knew. He was ashamed of us. He Left behind only a letter and a locket that my mother gave me. We never had much, but we always had each other. Now I didn't even have her.

When I got to England with Diane and Ronald the couple that 'adopted me'. I was informed that I would not be living with them. I stayed with them for two months, but soon after I was sent away to a boarding school. They said that their son was going to the same school as I was and when we got there we'd get introduce . Of course, they did and almost immediately we hated each other. Not much has changed.
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song for the chapter: bear den- above the clouds of Pompeii