The 'populars' - A group of aggravating, blonde, white girls who cake on tonnes of make up and cant simply season chicken correctly.
"Whats that.."
"Whats what ?"
"That!" She said impatiently
pointing to my newly braided hair.
"My hair ?.." I began to loose my
patience with this repetitively,
idiotic behaviour.
"No its not" Tapping her foot
repeatedly whilst twirling her
strawberry blonde locks.
"So what is it then" I replied
standing up, my blood boiling and
my fists clenching.
By this time, a crowd began to
form around us hoping to
spectate the first fight of the year.
"Its.." Before she could finish, my
best friend Laika (Lai) jumped in
sensing my growing anger.
"Dumb shit" I managed to blurt
out before Lai grabbed my fist and
turned me away.
"Ignore them Nev, they aren't
worth your time".
Laika was right. Looking back, as much as it would be amazingly enjoyable to punch that smug smile backwards, it wouldn't have fixed anything. It was hard enough being 1 of only 3 black girls in my year group but being 1 of 3 black girls who uses 'innocent white people' as lifeless and imprudent punching bags. I didn't need that.
'Make fun of Neveah' soon became a ritualistic routine.
"Neveah, what kind of name is that".
"What are you going to do about it black sheep".
"Your name should be Lleh, because you look like you came from the pits of Hell not heaven"
To be honest, i gave none if my willing attention to these Dumb blondes as i really didn't care for these types of ignorant and arrogant things said to be human beings, besides i had loads of friends who love me for me and didn't care that my name was Neveah or that i was black. And that just how i wanted it.
YOU ARE READING
Just me
RandomUps and downs, Rights and wrongs, Ha. Story of my life. But thats all right ? a story and nothing more? Lets put it into context, Life is just a book you write, i mean its up to you what you make of it...Well this is my book, my story, Just me
