~Somebody real is hard to find
Somebody worth all your time
Somebody who tells you the truth
Someone who loves you for-
Treat me like somebody
-By:Tink
"Huhh, lord knows I'm not a morning person" I say as I turn my alarm clock off. Today was my first day at Benjamin E. Mays Highschool. I guess I can't really tell the story until I introduce myself.
My name is Sarai (suh-ry) Marie Love. I'm 15 years old but people say I look older than my age. I have a Milk chocolate complexion and thick in all the right places. I live with my Dad and my 17 year old brother Uriah (you-ry-uh). We moved to Atlanta, Georgia from Los Angeles, California to have a better life. But enough of that.
I groaned as I got up from my comfortable bed and walked into my bathroom. I turned the water on and brushed my teeth while I waited for the water to get hot. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower feeling relaxed as soon as the water hit my skin.
After about 15 minutes I got out of the shower, dried off and picke out my clothes to wear. I picked out an all white T-shirt, striped skirt, brown belt and my creme colored and silver flats. I also threw on some earrings, bracelets, and a necklace. Now for the hard part...my hair. My dad is Puerto Rican so long hair is passed down throughout the family. My hair stops at about an inch or two before the middle of my back. I decided to flat iron it and part it down the middle, good thing my bangs are cut. I looked at my phone and it was 7:15 so I had at least 30 more minutes before I left for school since it started at 8:00. I took a few pictures for Instagram and immediately my phone vibrated from all the likes and comments. I made sure I had everything I needed before heading downstairs for breakfast.
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"Goodmorning Uriah, where's dad?" I asked my brother who was already finished eating breakfast.
"He should be down in a minute. When I looked in his room he was getting everything ready for work." My brother said while rinsing his plate off.
"Goodmorning my favorite kids. Y'all ready for school?" My dad said while walking into the kitchen.
"Dad, of course were your favorite kids, were your only kids." I said to my dad. He looked handsome for a 35 year old and has the body of a bodybuilder.
"Good one sis." My brother said as he picked his car keys up off of the island.
"How do you know your my only kids?" My dad said making both me and my brother freeze in our steps. "JK!! Ain't that what y'all youngsters say nowadays." he said in more of a statement tone.
"No and please don't ever say that again." I said to him while walking out of the kitchen towards the door.
"Where you think you going dressed like that?" My dad said while looking at my outfit.
"Sarai, I'll be waiting in the car. Come out when dad gets finished being a crybaby." My brother said while leaving out of the door.
"First of all, dad, I'm 15 and it's not that short." I say while giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Whatever you say Babygirl. Love you, and No fights." he says. I ignore him and walk out of the door. "I'm serious, Babygirl, no fights. And you better have some shorts on under that skirt." he yells out the door. I ignore him again and get in my brother's all white Audi.
*Well. This is my first story I've ever written. I got inspired by all the stories I read and decided to make one myself. Tell me how I did. Love you guys!*
~Deshiya
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