1 Last Breath

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"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." ― George Bernard Shaw

Nyla in the media (current look)

Nyla

I sat in the Principle office waiting for Mrs. Lenny to give me my detention for cursing out the teacher.

"Nyla, you are a excellent student with extravagant grades, I hate to see you going down the wrong path; so your mom is on her way to pick you up. Maybe you can focus at home and learn proper home training."

Every since I came to this annoying ass school, I've had problems. In my middle years I was just a cute lil good girl that listened to their parents but now I'm starting to look at stuff differently and everything makes me angry and want to go off.

"Maybe if you learn to cut your mustache your husband wont cheat on you." I Say rolling my eyes.

She looks at me with her eyes widened "Get your things, you're free to go" she says going back to doing something on her computer.

I walk out the office room quickly feeling irritated. I look in my locker and see a bright white smile behind me through my mirror.

"Where you think you going little girl?"

His name is Chad, Chad and I been best friends since 3rd grade but my attachment grew over time. Through all the girls he had and the few heartaches I went through. We've always stayed by each other side. He was light skin, tall, glowing brown eyes and pink lips that match his gorgeous smile. He was perfect to me and stayed with the nicest clothes because he had a lot of money.

"I cussed out the teacher because she got me fucked up!" I say raising my voice a bit.

"Chillout Nyla" He says with his low smooth broken toned voiced.

"Whatever, you going to Crystal birthday party this weekend?"

"You know I am" Chad says.

"Fasho, come scoop me and Viv and we'll be in there like swimwear" I say chuckling while grabbing my bookbag.

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I get home to see my dad was waiting on us at the door.

"Nyla, follow us to my room, we have to talk."

I already know he about to try to whoop me for getting in trouble. Man I'm fifteen and almost 16 and still get whoopings. Shit don't even hurt no more.

"Sit down" he says with a worried look on his face.

I feel like something much bigger than my issues are about to be discussed. It must be serious coming from my dad because he usually keep his distance with hard stuff and leave the talking for my mom but my mom looked shook.

"We didn't want to tell you this so soon.." He hesitates.

"We wanted to wait but some things came up" my mom adds in.

"Okay what is it?" I say

My mom looks down.

"Okay, ill just say it, Nyla you're adopted and your brother and dad is coming to see you soon" my dad bluntly says.

I blink hard so i can make sure I'm not just hearing shit.

"wha-wh-what?" I could barely speak. I look round the whole room, searching for something to distract my thoughts, my heart start beating fast and my hands start shaking. I feel like i'm having a panic attack. I quickly walk out the room to go outside to get some fresh air. My mom start going after me.

"Let her cool off" My dad says.

I sat on the porch and look up at the sky. "Why you playing with me man?" I say laughing. My laughs turns into cries. I put my hands in my palms and think of all the little things that I knew was different. I never liked the same activities and foods they did and i always felt like a black sheep, I always had a darker soul but I felt like I had it good so I didn't act up and these past few weeks I been feeling different, more like myself, is it because I was coming close to my real family and the life I was supposed to live? I feel like I don't even know myself anymore.

I Pull out my phone to text chad, I sent him a sad emoji. He call my phone right away.

"Why the sad face, whats the matter babygirl" He says.

I get silent for a second as he patiently waits for me to speak.

"I-I Mane, just come get me!!" I yell out.

"I'm on my way Ny" He softly says, calming me down.

I hang up and go to my room and look at the party flyer, "I'm about to go crazy at this party" I say to myself.

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