Til the Last Bullet UNDER CONTRUCTION

Chapter 1:

Namiko

Morning. The rain drops trailed wet lines down my window pane. The dull gray light poured through my window, reflecting on my carmel skin. I turned and stretched, settling my chinky eyes on the picture of my mom on my bedside table. Her blue eyes twinkled brightly, liked my older brother's do now. Other than the eyes, my father always told me that I look just like her.

I ran my fingers through my long curly black hair, my fingers getting caught on the tangles. I laughed because my hair was the only thing I could categorize as African American and really that was just a stretch. I put my perfectly manicured toes on the hardwood floor as I yawned, making my way to the bathroom door. I stripped my clothes as I looked at my newly tatted body. As the scorching hot water dripped down my hourglass shaped body, I thought about how far I've come from being bald, pale, and sick with cancer. I stepped out the shower and took another look into the mirror. I was just like beautiful as my mother and at that realization I cried. I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my older brother screaming "MY NIGGA" as he let one of his friends and my father's workers into our 5 bedroom house. I laughed at how stupid he could be. I dressed and ran down the stairs to start cooking breakfast. I thought about what I should cook and was eventually interrupted by hands in my face and a voice above a whisper saying
"Hey my name is Miliano"