Beginning The Finished

You Mad, Boo?

*Three Years Later*

Kierra's POV

"Well Mrs. Reynolds school begins Thursday at 8:25 sharp." Mrs. Schneider looked over her glasses at me, "No phones and your uniform must be worn correctly. Here's your schedule, um, Ki-era, is it?"

A fake smile plastered her face so I played along, "Actually Mrs., uh... whatever your name is, it's pronounced Ki-Ra. But thanks anyway." I stood and walked out with my mom and sister following closely.

"Kierra! Is that you?" I quickly turned around, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey, girl! I ain't seen you in forever. You moved back?" my cousin DeDe exclaimed. She was mixed with black and white and stood quite tall at around 5'8. DeDe was beautiful and was never seen without a huge grin. We're exactly one week apart so we've always been close.

I smiled hard while hugging her tightly. "Yes, girl! I'm back for real this time! I missed y'all so much!"

Kayla, DeDe's sister, came over embracing me as well. "What's up Kierra? It's been so long since I seen you." Kayla was mixed also. She was 14, looking and acting 17. Of course, she was beautiful too with bright red highlights in her naturally curly hair.

"I know it's been about two years since I last visited. But I'm not going anywhere else 'til I graduate."

"Oh so you're going to school with us?" I nodded my head. "Dang DeDe, I think Kierra gone pull all these niggas with that big booty," Kayla snickered.

DeDe laughed before replying, "She sure is! You know these country niggas love a big booty dark skin girl."

I rolled my eyes at them, trying to hide my smirk. I had to admit I was blessed with a booty that celebrities now-a-days were paying for. I was only 16 and it was phat, round, and sat up high on my size 16 hips. I had bouncy 36 D cups to compliment my butt. I was petite, standing at only 5'1. I'm natural but not many knew because I kept a sew in. My kinky hair was difficult to manage. My complexion was a rich Hershey chocolate tone.

Now to outsiders looking in, you'd think I'd be extremely confident. But in all honesty... I was self conscious. I had always been teased because of my nose. Miss Piggy was a constant nick name thrown my way. I was also pigeon-toed as well as knock-kneed. My thunder thighs along with my slight pudge only made it worst.

My stretch marks took the cake though. They covered some of my sides and arms causing me to always want to wear sleeves that at least reached my elbow. These marks were my worst features and I hated how much they controlled my confidence.

I was "thick af" if you let these guys and my friends tell it. But the broads down here didn't hesitate to disagree and call me fat. It's amusing because the main girls smiling in my face are the exact ones whispering behind my back. They were all upset about the same thing: their nigga, ex nigga, or a nigga they wished they had, wanted me.

That had nothing to do with me though. So my question, that has yet to be answered, is... Why are you mad, boo? Step your game up, eat some corn bread, pop a few squats, and get out my face with that bull. Tuh. I can't deal with these lame wanna-bees.

"Y'all just chill, aight? I don't want any of these broke thugs. I'm good!" They both looked at me with a mug that said so many different things. I didn't wanna keep discussing this so I hugged them one last time before walking back to the car where my mom and Adrea waited.

"Thanks for taking your time. You know it's hot out here!" Adrea whined.

Ignoring her, I looked down at my iPhone that's been off for nearly a year. I unlocked it only to lock it right back.

Life has been a struggle these past three years since the eviction. We've constantly been moving trying to find a stable home.

The homeless shelter was home for about two or three weeks. That was devastating for me. To go from a nice three bedroom, two bath, two story home, to a homeless shelter was drastic.

A few family members took us in but that never lasted too long. We would always end up out staying our welcome.

Thankfully my mom's younger sister, Lea, took us in. She assured us that we could stay here, catch a ride with her to Sandersville everyday for school, and not owe her a dime. It was truly a blessing. However, nothing was really free in this world. My mom was paying my aunt back by babysitting her three boys while she stayed home looking for a job.

My mom appreciated having a roof over our head with clothing and food so she quickly accepted the offer.

Honestly, I was appreciative as well. I'd just be happier when we finally got our own place. I closed my eyes and prayed to God. I really want everything to get better.

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Thursday Morning-

Got me yellin' like,

"Who booty is it? Who booty is it? Who booty- who booty- who booty is it?"

"Who booty is it? Who booty is it? Who booty- who booty- who booty is"-

I pressed dismiss on my iPhone alarm. Sighing heavily, I pulled myself off the floor and into the shower to wash some of the sleepiness away. The hot water immediately woke me up and began to soothe my muscles. Sleeping on the floor is no joke. My back was killing me even with two big blankets and pillows as a pallet.

As the water flowed down my smooth dark skin, my mind was drowning with random thoughts. I thought about what life would be like when I got my own room and no longer had to share the floor with Adrea and my mom. I thought how grateful I'd be when my phone got cut on. And I smiled at the thought of my mom getting a job.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the rush of cold water pouring down on me. I screamed and jumped out, turning off the water.

"Kierra? You okay in there?"

I wrapped the towel around my body, "Yes ma'am. The water just got cold."

She burst through the door, "Why would you use all the hot water, Kierra? You know other people have to shower too. Hurry up and get out this bathroom!"

I bit my tongue to keep from saying something back. I quickly got dressed in this ugly uniform from Academy. Afterwards I began straightening my tracks. I was in desperate need of a new sew in but this was gonna have to work for the next two days.

I washed my face and applied a tiny bit of foundation. Feeling complete I stepped out the bathroom heading to the closet to get my book bag. Everyone finished getting ready and soon we were on our way to Washington County.

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