Nobody's Business

Ānidi : One

"Jazzy .... Jazzy ... JAZRIEL", I looked at Nesha like she was crazy. "What?", I finally said.

"Girl don't get a attitude with me, for I break yo lil' tooth pick ass", she said and rolled her eyes and neck. She always saying something smart.

I rolled my eyes, "What did you want, Nesha", I asked. "I was talkin bout the party Lulu's having tonight. I asked if you wanted to come."

"No thanks" I replied, pulling my backpack strap further up on my shoulder.

She scoffed and Quanyae rolled her eyes, "I don't even know why you asked the stuck up bitch, you know she act too stuck up to go to the hood", Quanyae said. "I know right, I should've never asked her 'Too good to get out the white neighborhood' lookin ass", Nesha said.

Her, Quanyae, and their little pack busted out laughing. I just stormed off, holding in my tears the best I could.

I could slightly hear Aliya sticking up for me, going off on them. I thanked her in my head.

It makes me upset how Nesha always picks on me, either talking about how skinny I am, or how I'm "stuck up". Which I'm not. She's says I am because I never go to the parties her, her pack, and my cousin Aliya always go to. Their in the hood and I just rather be studying than going to a party that I'm not gonna enjoy, with a room full of people that don't care about my well being, and plus I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I did go to one. I guarantee you that you'll see me sitting on a couch or in a corner by myself. Plus I hate being in big crowds and touching people I don't know. I'm very claustrophobic.

I continued the journey walking home and after about fifteen more minutes, I was unlocking my front door.

I stepped into my house and closed and locked the door behind me. I actually don't live in a white people neighborhood. My neighborhood is decent, Nesha just said that because she lives in the hood.

I live in a three bedroom, two and a half bathroom, two-story house in Silanas, Califronia. I know it's not common. It's just me and my mom, my dads never around and I'm the only child. The only father figure I have is my grandfather. He's the reason me and my mom moved here my freshman year from Sacramento. He was starting a construction company and wanted us to be close it him. Even though Sacramento is only about three hours away.

I went upstairs into my room and sat my things down on my bed. I got a hair tie off my night stand and put my head down, putting my hair in a high messy bun.

I went into my personal bathroom and wiped the little makeup I have on, off my face. I only wear eye and lip makeup, I don't need foundation or any of that. I have a blemish free face.

I also have natural curly hair that reaches the bottom of my shoulders. It's natural brown but I dyed it a light brown, with my roots still it's natural color, with blonde highlights. I'm mixed with Ethiopian, Mexican, White, and African American, so I'm light skin. I took after my mom and grandfather having green eyes that slightly change colors.

I'm very insecure about my body though. I'm really skinny and three inches too tall, standing at 5'5. I have small, non-existent breast, and a small round booty. My thighs are kind of thick though. So when I'm always picked on for being so skinny, it really gets to me. Even though sometimes I acknowledge the fact that I'm somewhat pretty.

I also forgot to mention, my name is Jazriel and I'm fifteen years old. I'm a junior in high school, being I skipped a grade, and a outcast.

I went back downstairs and looked around the kitchen for something to eat. My mom doesn't get home from work till late tonight, so it's just mostly me here by myself.

I decided to just order a pizza. While I waited I decided to start my homework. I'm in all AP classes so it's a ton of work, and being that I'm the youngest it's extra pressure on me. But I always managed to never get below a 'B'. Plus I get $100 for every 'A' I get.

I first started on my reading homework, with it being the easiest to me. I had to read a couple pages in the textbook, take notes on what I read, and answer questions. Okay, easy enough.

I quickly finished in fifteen minutes. I heard the doorbell ring and quickly ran downstairs. I'm freaking starving.

I got some money out of one of the drawers in the kitchen and went to open the door.

I gave the pizza man the money and took the pizza. I closed and locked the door then went in the kitchen and sat at the island. I opened the pizza and started eating it.

I turned the little tv on that we have in the kitchen. Tyler Perry's 'I Can Do Bad All By Myself' was on and I started watching it. Scarfing down three and a half pieces of pizza, I was full. I put the pizza box on the stove and got a paper towel and put the half eaten pizza on it and then in the microwave.

I got a cup and opened the fridge and poured me some Fruit Punch Minute Maid. I drank it then put my cup in the fridge.

I went back in my room and finished the rest of my homework. Sleepy, I decided to take a shower in the morning. I stripped out of my clothes and put on a tank top and some night shorts.

I got in my bed, under the covers and put my phone on the charger. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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I really hope you liked the first chapter😁. This is my first published story and I've been working on it for a while. Please give feedback.

Chapter names in Amharic (Ethiopian language)

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