Kinyume - an Interracial Justin Bieber Fanfiction (BWWM)

Lifti - Elevator

Lifti means Elevator in the elegant Swahili language.

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I'm looking forward to the day when America will mature to the point that we are a color-blind society. I'm not so sure that in politics that will ever be reality, because politics has a way of separating us based on skin color.

J. C. Watts.

Disclaimer: Justin isn't mine....yet.

Anana means soft and gentle in Swahili! :)

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I clicked on the play button so I could listen to the 7 voicemails my moms left me early this morning, watching the diminutive red moving dot above the conveyor's door decrease after every level.

"Anana! ANANA! Why don't you ever answer your phone child!? What was the purpose of buying it if you are not going to answer my calls?! Even as a 21 year old, you are acting the same way! Irresponsible! Call me back!"

I rolled my eyes longer then usual at her remark, tapping my foot on the fresh beige carpet impatiently.

Same old shit, just a different day I swear.

I mean did my moms honestly expect me to pick up me phone at 6 am in the morning?

Bruh, I only wake up that early for class and she knows this.

I scoffed under my breath as I checked my short nails that I never really toke the time in doing. I don't have the patience to paint my nails, especially with the fact that I have the constant habit of biting them when I'm nervous, bored, or just for no absolute reason.

Another reason is, I just don't like painting my nails. I'm not what you call a girly girl by any means, the color pink makes me want to fight somebody, but then again I'm miles away from a legit tomboy. Really? The fuck do I look like playing football with ruthless black niggas in the hot ass " you gon learn today" sun?

Got me fucked the fucked up.

I was blessed with my OG's divine brown skinned complexion and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm not trying to look midnight blue.

I'm just the shawty that likes fresh kicks but makes it a priority to look A1 when she steps out. It's not that complicated like g.

I had to meet up with Sister Gertha and my sisters in the lobby because we were going to get picked up by St. Matthews once again.

I wasn't the only one a little saddened when we were told last night that the boys weren't going to be accompanying us since they had another church to practice at.

But I mean it made sense since we all can't be practicing our chosen songs under the same roof.

Our churches might be chill with each other but ideas can be copied or stolen.

That's the very first step to creating a hatred towards each other which would be an idiotic and pathetic way to ruin a such a tight friendship.

Particularly between churches.