What Comes After Betrayal?

Chapter 1

6:30 AM
    Beep beep beep beep be-

  "Time to wake up... Again".  Well hello, I am Laura and I really hate waking up in the morning. I just can't wait till I finish school.
    I get up from my bed and look at myself in the mirror.  There are dark circles under my eyes, my hair looks like a tornado hit a volcano and my breath smells like a public communal toilet. That is disgusting!!
     I give my self a little time to adjust to my everlasting dizziness and then one thing popped into my mind that made me smile.  'Bennett Dickson'
    The most loving boyfriend a girl could ask for. I was pretty lucky ya know. Bennett is the popular bad boy at Orton High. And I was lucky to have him.
     With that thought, I jumped straight into my closet to pick the cutest outfit to impress him. I really really wanna impress him. You can say I'm a little fat.. Well not maybe little. Let's say I'm on the plus size.. A little little bit. But I really don't care anymore about my weight. I used to care until I met Bennett. The thought again made me blush a little. Because he told me that I am one in a million, that I am special fat or not. He told me he doesn't care and neither should I. But I am still a little bit insecure about my butt. I know I am supposed to love myself but this.. No way. It is totally not as big and round like Khloé Kardashian's and it is not really flat too. I just feel really insecure about it. At my previous school, I was teased and insulted by those that had the 'full package'.
    But now that I transferred to a new school, a few people know that I am not really that loaded but they decide to keep it to themselves. I really appreciated that.. No one teasing me. But they are really nice, nice to an extent of letting know what clothing to prevent attention to my back side. And also to watch my weight and do some exercises to help. I didn't really listen to them 'cause I am really happy the way I am. I mean come on, I am not obese. I just a little belly fat, and my thighs are a little big. But look on the bright side, I got killer natural curves and my eyes are like that of a cat with long natural eyelashes. To top it off, I got lips of an angel. I'm a bit short but hey God took time to perfect this beautiful creation. Which is me by the way... Just pointing that out for ya.
    I go for a black and white striped long sleeve top,showing a little bit of skin, with high waist blue jeans and black combat boots to go with the outfit. It'll really match my light tan skin colour.
   Did I mention I was black??
Okay, I'm black and mom is black but my pops is white. I don't really know where he is right now. I don't even really know him that well. I never bother to ask questions about my dad.
    Mom never spoke about him. But I think I have a few memories of him when I was-
     "Laura it's 7:15 AM!! Get yourself in this kitchen in no less than 5 minutes or else no Netflix for a year!" my mom yells.
I just remembered..
     You're still picking an outfit and then you wondered off into Laur-laur land and you forgot to freshen up! You lost almost up to an hour to think about yourself and Bennett!! No Netflix for a month!!! Get your friggin' head in the game and dream about Bennet later.
    Everybody meet my SC.. My sub-concious. He is the most annoying-
     Can you insult me later?... I am doing my job. Now seriously speaking let's go to school. Netflix!!!
        "Fine, fine just calm down" I muttered to SC.
    I got into the shower and did my daily routine. First I wash my hair and ya know ..... Thoroughly. My hair is jet black with a little bit of a white streak at the front. This is all natural my mom has it too. She said that it was a sign that I was chosen by God to do His miracles.
      I do see myself as special just not the kinda way she talks about. My family,which just consists of my mom and I and a little part of the extended family, believe on Christianity.
     I grew up in a Christian home. But I also learnt that we Christians should live in peace with people who have different religions. I never had a problem with Islamists. In fact, I respect them a lot. Some of them take their religion pretty seriously and that is what I like about Muslims.
     When I'm done showering, I dried myself up and threw on the outfit I picked earlier. After doing so, I do my make-up. Just a little, not too much. Then for my hair which is really really long, I just throw   it into a cute high ponytail showing off my white streak of hair. And last but not the least, my favourite part of dressing up, I spray a little..well not maybe a little little.. A small amount of Majestique. My favourite perfume. It was for my dad. My mom gave it too me saying she wanted me to at least have a little bit of memory of my father. Of course when she first gave it to me, it finished in two weeks, but lucky for me , I got 15 extra bottles. Courtesy of my Best friend, Rita.
     Satisfied with my appearance, I got my mp3 player, phone and my book bag containing the books I have for school today, and race downstairs.
      But then, when I got downstairs. I couldn't believe my eyes at all.
       "Hey Laury"