Rise Of The Seas

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Make sure to check out arimichella's version of this story called 'The Storm'. Her story dives into the mind of Nova Campbell and her fight.

I hate Kale chips.

I hate sexist hockey players.

But most especially, I hate my new home.

We traded in our luxurious farm house for some small 3 bedroom house. The shutters barely clung to the windows, and you had to watch for roof tiles that slid from the roof. Long ago, some person founded a town in the mid south. That person turned out to be related to us, so my mother was treated like a goddess.

That was until I came along.

I was born out of wedlock. One night after prom, my mother and my father (if you can even call him that) got a little to comfortable, and 9 months later I popped out.

Now since my mother didn't obtain any stretch marks and shrunk down to her hourglass figure, the town forgave her.

That was until my sister, Nova came along.

Now she had 2 children out of wedlock. Both fathers had left her, and my grandparents left because Nova's father was black. 

Ever since then, I've always had to fight for my sister.

Glancing to the backseat, Nova looks out the car window sadly. 

"I think this'll be good for us" I smile "It'll be different, New Orleans is more diverse and accepting."

"Sure" was all she mumbled before her eyes floated away.

Sighing, I only wished to what went on in her head. But since I would never know, I drifted back to my own thoughts.

Back home people would always call us (but mostly Nova) bastard children. Even little kids at school who barely knew how to write their names called us bastard children, or would damn us to hell.

So I set my mind forward that I would prove them wrong. That I would prove that I could do good things, even if I was a bastard child.

I signed up for every sport, volleyball, baseball, basketball, track, and hell, I even talked my way onto the football team. I may have been just a bench warmer, but I wore my jersey proudly.

The only good thing about Lafayette High School was it offered more sports such as swimming, dancing, cheer-leading and even more things for track. Other than that, it was just a smelly building that I would waste away in.

I let out a soft sigh as we approached the school. It was much larger than our small town school. This one climbed into the sky, which meant there would be stairs. 

Climbing out of the car, I glanced at Nova, who already looked nervous. A few of the students caught my gaze, but their eyes quickly adverted away. Was it my muscular body? Or was it the fact a couple of bastard children arrived in their school on a silver platter?

Shaking my head, I pulled on my shirt, eyeing each detail.

"Oh my baby girls" Mother squealed, climbing out of the driver's seat so she could wish us goodbye. Her lips pressed to my cheek before attacking Nova's face with kisses. Once she was done, she pulled us into one last hug. "Watch out for each other loves" she cooed "Behave."

"And don't get into fights" I finish, knowing it was directed at me.

"All that good stuff" Mother smiled, before turning to Nova. Mother was always such a kind woman. While the other woman snickered about others in our old home, she invited them over for dinner. And even when her family left her, she stood and fought for her and her babies.

Once we finally finished our goodbyes and Mother left for work, Nova and I continued into the school.

Instantly we were met with the sound of screaming and the ever lasting scent of weed and unprotected sex.

Great.