May's P.O.V
People think that my life is easy, but let me tell you, Its not . I think that life for me and my two brothers is a nightmare. I was thinking that I will wear a shirt and a pair of pants. I have brown skin. My eyes are dark brown. I look like my dad. He died three years ago. I'm not tall im really five six. I'm fourteen years old. I'm the most uglything you ever. So one morning, I was at home with my mom.Getting ready for school. I wish that the summer was never over.
"May, come here you need to get ready! We need to leave soon." she yelled from down stairs.
"Ok mom, be down in sec."
My fist day of High School...isn't this going to be nice? More bullies and crush's, the thing I love The most is my crush his name is Maurice. He is so cute, with his brown her and his soft brown skin but am not sure if he even likes me. We knew each other since first grade. We are like brother and sister. I'm not mad at him if he likes someone else, though.
"May, get down here now or u will be late" Mom yelled some more.
"OK! OK!"
So I went down stairs, and saw my mom talking to the boy of my dreams. Maurice. My mom saw me coming down the stairs, she was mad.
She said, "Maurice's going to the same school as you.So he will be taking you to school."
Really? She is letting me go to school alone with a boy, WOW.
"OK mom"
I'm so happy in side, what are we going to talk about? What if we are quite the whole time, what if ... I need to stop, I don't know if he likes me .
"Come on girl, we going to be late." He joked.
"Look I'm almost ready." I raised my voice.
I ran all the way up the stairs to get my bag so we can go. So I went down stairs, and I gave my mom an kiss on her check.
She whispered in my ear, "He doe's."
I looked at her like she was crazy.
"He does what?" I whispered back.
"You'll find out, soon."
I glanced at her, as I walked out the door where Maurice was waiting for me outside.I was thinking that she was trying to say that he likes me back I just so. I saw him siting on someone car. He is so cute with his black hair I wish I can kiss him and put my hands in his hair. He is tall and his skin is the color of milk chocolate. It is hard for me to keep my eyes out of his.
