I hope you guys enjoy this it's my first story. Enjoy!!!!
Chapter One
"I hate it." I screamed crying into my hands. I was sulking about my skin, it was as dark as charcoal. My mother always said God made me this way and I shouldn't change it. I kept praying and praying, but it seemed like God wouldn't answer me.
"Don't worry Georgia, you just have to learn how to live with things." Mom said heading downstairs to cook breakfast. As soon as she left I ran into the bathroom down the hall. I pulled out my skin lightening cream, and rubbed it on my face, arms, and legs. I felt an intense burning sensation on my body. I noticed small scabs on my arms and legs, they were from burns.
"GG(Mom's pet name for me), get down here for breakfast."Mom called. I quickly threw on a sweatshirt and jeans, and headed downstairs. Bacon and eggs were simmering on the stove, the smell wavered in my nostrils.
I chewed quickly and hurried to put on my shoes. The bus was coming in two minutes I had to hurry. "Bye, Mom." I shouted from the bus stop blowing a kiss. The big yellow bus pulled up.
"Next stop,Hell." I thought to myself. Or as I called it Wittendale High.
Sorry about editing errors, I was sort of in a hurry my original chap. one got erased twice. :( :)
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Blackie
Teen FictionGeorgia hates her skin. Her family and friends don't understand why. When a certain someone (Charles) takes notice in her, her perception of beauty changes. Some from Georgia's past comes back to haunt her it and it could end her life.
