last victim, first love

chapter 1

I'm Natasha Diane Brown

I'm 5,4 , 17 years old and I live with my father. I'm African American and I have hazel eyes, my hair goes up to my shoulders and I have a big butt but my boobs are a reasonable size.

I haven't seen my mother since I was three because she left me with my father because they were struggling to raise me .

me and my dad live in a 3 bedroom house, he owns a 5 star restaurant

that he used to work in as a cook when he was still with my mom

that's one reason why my dad encourages me to work hard at things

I'm not that popular at school, I have two best friends named Jasmine and Yvette.

I just stick with my girls and try my best to stay out of trouble

" Tasha, come get your breakfast"

I put my gown on and slippers and went down to get my monday breakfast, it was a tradition me and my dad started that every Monday he would make me breakfast before he went to work

I ate my blueberry pancakes and eggs before drinking my Orange juice and taking a shower.

I put on my blue vest, highwaisted acid wash shorts and my blue converses, I tied my hair in a ponytail before leaving my house

" take your jacket, it's gonna be windy"

"dad its never windy in California"

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug before leaving

"your jacket" I was gonna answer back but he gave me a look

I grabbed my leather jacket and left the house

as I got to school I saw jasmine and Yvette near the gates so I ran up to them

"tasha where have you been"

jasmine said

"you missed

the fight between Marcus and Jacob"

Yvette added, like that was gonna make me feel any better on missing out on the drama

"well I'm always gonna be team Jacob"

I thought my joke was funny but turns out I killed the vibe

"honey, we needa work on yo sense of humor" Yvette said whilst leading me through the door

" tasha after school can I stay at yours"

"sure jaz, just don't finish my food like last time"

we just giggled and went to our lockers

"HEADS UP" I heard, I turned to see a basketball flying towards me

it hit my head and I was knocked down to the floor,

I opened my eyes to see a boy with golden Brown eyes looking at me, he had a perfect shape up and he was wearing a Gucci chain with a black shirt, jeans and white flights

" are you wearing contacts" was the first things I asked

he just helped  me up and laughed

"i really must of hit you hard if you think these ain't ma real eyes"

"im Natasha, you can call me tasha"

I said whilst rubbing my head in pain

" im Kyle, sorry about hitting you"

"its okay, really"

"id like to see you again, can I get your number"

the bell rang, I was late

"oh erm I have to go"

I picked up my books and rushed off to my history class