Zehni is 17 years old. She was born in raised in San Juan, Puerto Rico. At 16 she found out that her mother had cancer. On her birthday her mother passed away so she has to move in with her dad and step-mom in Atlanta, Georgia. Her dad is a big time...
I promise it turns english probably in the next 2 or 3 chapters. My apologies if anytging is misspelled or doesn't make since. Hey ~~~~~ San Juan, Puerto Rico June 24 ,2017 S
unday 2:30 A.M
~~~~ Zehni's POV
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Sitting on my bestfriends bed just staring at the wall. Everyone keeps asking 'Are you okay?' and 'How are things holdin' up'. The truth is i don't know. Most of them don't know what it's like to lose your mother. Expecially on your damn birthday.
But i can't be mad at them for making sure im alright. It's just i don't want nobody's pitty. They can keep it to themselves. But no matter how many times i say it, it just get's worse. Sometimes i think about ended it all but im stronger than that. I have friends and family that need me so i guess i'll stay for now-
My thoughts were cut off by my two bestfriends jumping on the bed. "¿Cuánto más molesto pueden ser ustedes dos? (How much more annoying can you two be?" I stated rolling my eyes.
"Vamos Zheni, sé que mamá acaba de pasar, pero diviértete un poco que te vas en unos días a (Come on Zheni, i know mom just passed but have a little fun you're leaving in a few days to)" One of my friends Rosé states. She was always really pretty to me.
She has light camarel colored skin and eyes almost the color black and pretty hair that's in a curly afro. If it was straightened it was be about armpit length.
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Rosé👆
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sí, lo sé, pero ¿puedo al menos obtener mis pocas horas o mañana? (yes, i know but can i atleast get my few hours or morn)" I said in a whiney voice.
"Lo hiciste ... han pasado casi 3 meses(You did...it's been almost 3 months...)" She said looking at me like i had 2 heads.
"Lo que sea, ¿qué quieres hacer?(Whatever, what do you wanna do?)" I said rolling my eyes.
"YASSS! ¡Hay una fiesta que Carlos está lanzando, podemos ir a eso! (YASSS! There's a party the Carlos is throwing we could go to that!)" She yelled. My other friend Mary-Ann hit her arm to tell her to shut-up because her mom is sleeping.
I'm staying at Mary-Ann's house until i move in with my dad. My dad is mixed with black and white and only knows how to speak a small fraction of spanish. Mary-Ann's dad is American too. Me and Mary-Ann have been friends since birth. Her mom and my mom were bestfriends and my dad James and Mary-Ann's dad Caleb together. They were here doing buisness together when our moms met them.
