Undeniable: Lilliana's Beginning

Ch.1: The Move

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|| Introducing || Chapter.1: The Move ||

My name is Lilliana Faith Anderson. I'm a shy girl who keeps to herself most of the time. I didn't have much growing up;  emergency canned food or nothing. Momma was very strict on what we ate because it could be expensive to buy more if we ran out. She worked hard to make a life for us, and struggled to keep a simple roof over our heads. Yeah, I learned quickly to be grateful for what I have.

It was cold in November—I always wore a jacket to shoo away the chilly winds. I grew up in Iowa, so I was used to the weather there. But that paled in comparison to the weather in SanFrancisco, California. It got really cold here as the winters—from what I heard—were bitter and chilly. I was very skinny, almost to the bone, so I got cold easily. And the lack of muscle in my arms and legs—despite walking to school most of my life—didn't seem to help my shivering situation.

I would miss my friends when we moved. My friends Sasha Wellington, Ashlyn Moore, and Destiny Valance. They promised to keep in touch with me, but I hardly believe that. And mommy always said never to get close to anyone 'cause I could leave and never see them again.

His name is Elijah Walt—my mom's new lover, boyfriend...or whatever. They talk on the phone a lot. Momma even smiles for once when talking to him. And she has finally decided that she really wants me to meet him. Oh, did I forget to mention that they're expecting a baby? Yeah, mutual shock.

We didn't take a plane to California, we went by car; Mom preserved her money by travelling by car. It was the easiest we could do until we got more income to go around.

I twirled my long fingers through my brown curls which was tied in a ponytail to keep it tamed. I was never called pretty, and I didn't think much of myself as that. My mom was Caucasian. I never had a dad—well I did, but he wasn't around. Like at all. I was completely different being African American with a caramel complexion. I always wondered why I was completely different. Always wondered why mom never had enough money to even get me my meds or vitamins to prevent me from getting sick. I was really skinny, which really concerned the doctors. Mom kept having to convince people that I was hers as the doctors always complain about my health and different ethnicity. I also had bigger boobs and a bigger butt which I kept concealed with large sweaters and sweat pants.

It was just mom and I in our tiny car driving out to meet Elijah at the new house. Mom said that she met Elijah at a wedding; they went on a few dates, and next thing she knows...he's popping the question. Just like that—when he never met me. I was left on my own and didn't get to meet him, so I don't know him. She wasn't allowed to be driving because of how pregnant she was, but with her stubbornness she could do anything she wanted.

I let my imagination prevent me from having second thoughts about moving from one place to another. I never liked the big cities—too crowded. The small towns were my safe haven, and it'll forever remain that way. I was self-cautious and shy. I didn't do parties, nor did I dress super fancy. That's also because mom and I don't exactly have a bank swelling with money. Mom and I were not as close as other people were to their parents. I didn't mind it, actually. I just preferred to keep to myself and mom respected that.

I kept fidgeting with my thumbs, a nervous habit I fell into. I was going to be attending a new school filled of new teenagers. I was already made fun of at my old school because of how different I was and how my mom could've been a slut and slept with a black guy, getting pregnant with me.