A Mind Of Her Own

Part I

"Get out of our school feminazi terrorist"
I sigh. This is not the first note left on my locker. It will not be the last. The tears that once cascaded from my eyes at this type of note stay locked behind my walls now. It's just one more day as a 16 year old in a southern Alabama town. I flick my curly, brown hair out of my face. Of course, it's not the curly hair Victoria's Secret models have, it is a frizzy mess that is just another reminder of my half Indian, half American heritage. Just like my dark skin, my hair has been a constant target on my body for humiliation and taunts the past three years.

The final bell rings and I slam my locker shut, tossing the note in the closest garbage bin. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and join the massive stampede towards the doors. Unlike most of the other girls, I'm not searching for my best friend to discuss the latest gossip. That would be because I don't have a best friend. I have a few people here and there I'll talk to in class, but nobody wants to be seen with me in public. In a class of 200 students, comparatively low, there's not much opportunity.

I unlock my Honda Civic and get in, taking a moment to admire the new car gleam, a birthday present from my mom. People assume because of my heritage and family that we are poor, while in reality my mom makes more than enough. My dad left when I was little, taking my memories of him with me. His side of the family resented him for his wife being Indian, and the pressure was too much. I snap out of my haze, realizing I'm in the middle of the road. I've only had my drivers license for a few weeks, and I'm not the worlds best driver. Just yesterday I drove into our trash bins, causing quite the disturbance in our usually mundane upper middle class subdivision.

I arrive home little less than twenty minutes later, after a quick coffee stop. I pull into the garage, careful not to hit my moms car. I lug my overweight backpack into the hall, and head straight to the kitchen, where I take out a pudding from the fridge. I slip my book out of my backpack and sit down at the table to read.

My mom makes dinner a few hours later, pasta and asparagus, and vegetarian tofu, which I scrape off my plate when she isn't looking. I wish we had a dog to feed it to, but my moms allergic to all shedding pets, so fish it is.

"How was your day at school, sweetheart?"
"Fine. I got an A on my AP English exam."
"That's nice. Make any new friends?"
No mom," I say rolling my eyes. She, unlike me doesn't care that people stare wherever we go, or about the abundance of confederate flags lining the streets.

"Oh, I almost forgot. A letter from your school came!"
I take the letter, opening it. It's an administration letter.

Dear Adelaide Wright,
We are excited to invite you (as the president of the One School One Family Club) to speak at the middle of term assembly, December 13. Thank you and please stop by guidance to confirm.

I sigh. The Christmas assembly. They want me, of all people to speak. It's ironic, because they call it the middle of term assembly, but it's all Christmas related. And I don't celebrate Christmas. At all. Ever. And I'm sure to get laughed off the stage, another way for my class to make fun of me.

Later that night, I come out of the shower, my hair up in a towel and my favorite shirt on(👩🏽‍⚕️👩🏽‍🔬👩🏽‍🎓) one with emojis showing girls at their jobs. I open up my computer and go to my favorite website, a fan fiction site. I resume reading my favorite, but my computer pings seconds in. It's an email from an online friend who I met once at summer camp.

Hey Adelaide! Guess what? My dad is getting moved for his job, and you'll never guess where! The town next to yours! We'll go to the same school and everything!

Hi Mai! That's so cool!!! When?

Three weeks, right after break.

Yay! Can't wait!!!!!!!

Oops, got to go, mom is calling me to help pack! See you!!!

I smile to myself. Maybe school won't be so lonely after all.

(A/N)
Ok guys this is tia here. At the end of the chapter I'm putting outfits and such you totally don't have to look if u don't want to. But yeah

Adelaide's outfit

Mai's outfit

What Adelaide looks like

I know her hair is straight okkkkk

Mai