Brooklyn Girl

Chapter 2

You're all that matters to me,yeah,yeah,

What's a king bed without a queen...#JustinBieber #AllThatMatters

Time for chapter two! No it's not edited, by the way.

Chapter 2

"Natalie! Come on, dear!" My mom screamed, from downstairs. I swear that woman can scream louder than anyone I know.

"Coming mom!" I scream back.

Trying to find my diary box in my huge room is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Impossible! My patience is very limited when trying to find small things like these. It has to be in my room because no one knows that I even have one, not that they need to know, and I only take it with me is if I'm leaving the country or state with my family and friends.

Found it, finally!

Who would've thought it was under my bed all this time. Now I just have to double check my appearance. Its the last week of summer before school starts and my mom and I are doing some last minute shopping.

My outfit is hot, I thought.

I had on my 'I speak fluent sarcasm' white crop top, with blue jean shorts, and high top converses. I don't have the time to style my hair, so I just let it down. Light brown and curly hair comes in handy sometimes. Yes, if your wondering, my parents are in interracial couple. My mom is white and her family originates from Italy, though she was born in California. Now, my dad is black and his family originates from Barbados, but he was born here in Brooklyn.

They've been together for 20 years now, amazing right. I hope I can find love and develop a strong bond with someone, someday.

Glancing at the clock, I noticed it's 2:00, "Oh no." I murmur.

I then grab my iPhone5s and head downstairs.

"Thank goodness, child I thought you would never leave your room.", Mom complained.

My mom has to be the most beautiful person in the entire world. She has dark brown that is shoulder length, with light brown eyes that speak kindness. I love my mom so much,but she can complain. Guess that's I get it from.

"Sorry, mom. You know I like to prep myself to look cute and all before I leave the house.", I explained.

"I know, baby, that's why you always take so long. Come on, let's go." Mom said, as she picked up her car keys.

"Aren't we going to take my car?" I ask.

I got my black Range Rover for my 16th birthday last year. I can't drive it yet because in New York you have to be 18 or older to drive.

"No, not today" She says.

"Okay."

------------------------------------------------ Leaving the elevator, I see the door man, Marty, and he sees us.

"Marty! My man, wassup?'' I ask, while we give each other a pound.

I knew Marty since the first day I entered the building as a baby.

"Nothing much Ms.Natalie. Going out with your mom I see?" He says, smiling and opening the door for my mom and I.

"Yup." I say, popping the 'p'.

"Well, have a good one Ms.Natalie & Ms. Taylor!", Marty shouts.

"You too!", I scream back. While my mom just smiles.

It was a nice day in Brooklyn. 82 degrees as the high. I'm a Brooklyn baby, born and raised. My dad's family lives here and my mom's family lives in Santa Barbara, California. I see them someti-