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introduction;

April 10, 1967;

Dear diary,
Hey, it's Elizabeth Shaila Koshy, my friends call me Liza so I guess you could call me that too. Wait, you're a book you can't even talk, sorry I forgot. This is my introduction!Anyways, my nanny, Abigail, gave me this book, she's convinced that i'm under some sort of teenage struggle, which I really am not, so she gave me this diary to "let out all my frustrations in."
So, I guess this first entry will be my life story, something I'm actually not allowed to tell many people. You can keep secrets, right? Jeez, I keep forgetting you're a book;
It all started when I was a baby. I was born on March 31, 1950, which makes me 17 years of age. My mother was actually a white woman, my father Indian. I've heard a lot about my mother, I've seen photos, she's a beautiful doll, really. She was also apparently quite charismatic, kind to all, warm-hearted, every positive characteristic you could think of. My father was very much in love with her, I think he may still be. Unfortunately, the last time I saw my mother was when I was about a few days old. She had to flee, since what she and my father were doing was illegal. They very much wanted to get married, possibly have more children, grow old together, everything. They got so lost in their love that they forgot about the Racial Integrity Act of 1924, which is a law which means that they could be thrown in jail for simply being in love because of the fact that they were Indian and white people. The only way they wouldn't get caught was if they left each other, my mother's family strictly disapproved of my father, they refused to let her into their house unless she left him. When they found out she was pregnant with me, they tried persuading her to abort the "sick bastard', who was me, of course. My mother decided to have me then go back to her family, she couldn't handle the feeling of knowing that her own parents had a strong, fiery, hatred towards her. In conclusion, I haven't met my mother, but I'd really adore to. She probably forgot I even existed, maybe moved on with a man that her parents approve of, maybe even had more kids. I don't worry much, I know I will never meet my mother, it's simply a hard thing to process.
Let's move on from my mother. My father needed some help to raise me, so he hired my nanny Abigail. She's a sweet old woman, always brings me gifts and kisses my forehead before I go to bed, I see her as a mother figure even though she's quite elderly to actually be my mother.
I live quite a normal life, I go to an "okay" public school, I have wonderful caring friends.
My friends' names are Gabrielle (I call her Gabbie), Kristen, Carly, and Erin. Kristen is dating the captain of the football team, Scotty Sire. Because of that, we were introduced to Scotty's group of friends. There's Todd Smith, Zane Hijazi, Heath Hussar, and David Dobrik. Ah, David Dobrik. What to say about him? He has the most beautiful, sparkly, deep, dark, brown eyes, the most flowy and gorgeous brown hair that i just want to run my fingers in. He has quite fair skin, which makes his cheeks blush a deep crimson red when our fingers brush against each other's.
Our relationship is forbidden. By law. Which makes everything so much harder. We've been lovers since the end of '66, he took me to the backyard of his house and kissed my lips on January 1, 12:00 midnight. It was the most magical time of my life. His lips, something about them against mine makes them so sweet and so soft. I would do anything to bring that night back. I remember so vividly, kissing him back almost immediately. His arms snaking around my waist and mine resting on his neck. It seemed like it lasted forever, when it was really just a few seconds. Every time we want to even peck each other's lips we have to go into our "secret kisses" spot, which is a little corner underneath the stairs close to the school exit. Gosh, I love him so much and I despise not being able to hold his hand or kiss
his cheek in public. He climbs up the tree next to my window at night and
sneaks in. No, before you ask, we haven't done it. Goodness, my father is in the house all the time we couldn't even if we wanted to. Speaking of David Dobrik, I think that's him at my window right now. See you later, book.

Sincerely,
Liza S. Koshy.

Liza quickly put her diary into her drawer and made her way to the window. She smiled once she saw the boy who had her heart, also known as David, at the window. She opened up the window for him, he was grinning at her as he entered her room.

"Might there be something on my face, Dobrik?" She giggled, making him blush.

"You're fine, Koshy. Now come here." He grabbed her arms and gave her a warm hug, she had been craving one of those from him for a while. She nuzzled her face into his chest, wishing she could just smell his wonderful scent forever. David pulled away, with tears threatening to fall out of his eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Aren't you happy to be together?" Liza looked at David's glossy eyes with concern in hers.

"You havent heard, have you?" He asked, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"Heard what?" She curiously questioned.

"They Supreme Court is arguing to reverse the Racial Integrity Act! My beautiful babe, we're going to be allowed to love soon!" Liza softly chuckled at his enthusiasm.

"I don't know, honey. Maybe they won't win the argument, who knows when we'll be allowed to love, David." David's expression dropped, Liza felt guilty for ruining his enthusiasm.

"I'm so sorry, David. I shouldn't of said that. I already know how much hope you'll be putting into this argument." David shook his head.

"It's not about you, Liza. You're right, however. Who knows when we'll be allowed to love? Who knows how long this argument will last? What if they just make the laws way stricter!" Liza sat down with him on the edge of her bed, holding his hands in between hers.

"Look, babe. We will be allowed to love by the time we turn 20, that's for sure. Just keep your hopes up. We deserve this, Davey. I love you and you love me, it'll be like that no matter what stupid law forbids us from doing so." David lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them sweetly, agreeing to her statement.

no matter what stupid law forbids us from doing so.