Nina Abigail Carmelo is the name.
I was only seventeen years old and while born to grow at such a short height of five feet, I was always mistaken for the age of twelve. But regardless, I was more of a caramel complexion, laced with jet black hair that stopped at the end of my back. Living in Los Angeles, California, the sun had a reputation for beating down on you, so that in turn made me wear my hair up most times.
I'm Black, Puerto Rican, and Dominican and unfortunately, the only child. My mother didn't make me feel like one though. She was more of a best friend to me than a mom, but we were all we had. This is my life..
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Nina
Teen FictionDon't think that my life is so typical because I once thought that and then everything changed for me. Don't ask me how either because I don't know. I mean.. you could see for yourself. And then you could give me an answer because I obviously don't...
