Chapter 1

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I was only 18. Never really considered myself that popular, but that was about to change for the better. Everyone knew me as Ski Redd, "the lightskin girl with the blue eyes." I was never that popular, or so I thought, but all the boys wanted me. I never really took an interest in any of them, though. Not worth any of my time.

This morning I woke up and gasped while looking in the mirror. My hair was this big puffy mess. So before getting into the shower or thinking twice, I had to take that wild mane! I combed it, and I almost broke the comb my hair was so nappy! So I put some loose curls in my hair and put it into a giant puff ball. As I'm about to shower, I realized my dumb self already showered last night, wow I'm a reatarded mess today, I think to myself. I throw on some white joggers, a green crop top, and my green and white Jordan 4's. I walked to school, and as soon as I walked in I heard the usual "what's good, ma" "you look good" and chatters and whistles.

I don't have time for this, I think to myself. I head to my first class and this boy is staring me down. No doubt he's checking me out, I think without thinking about how conceited and narcissistic I must sound. To my surprise, he gets up and starts to walk towards me. He stretches his hand out for a hand shake. "How you doin, little lady, you lookin' mighty fine today if I do say so myself!" He says flashing a smile, revealing his perfectly white teeth. "Uhh...thank you..." I say through clenched teeth. Not because I'm irritated, but because I've never seen him before and I was waiting for his name. "Oh excuse me, I'm Jekiel" he says still holding his hand out. Oh! I can't leave him hanging!, I think, I reached out to shake his hand. "I'm Ski, but you can call me Redd!" I say enthusiastically, apparently to everyone's surprise that I'm talking to a boy other than my best friend Angelo, because they were all staring, which caused me to back away from him and focus back on my work.
Wow, he really is something else, and I just met him!, I think to myself.

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