Give Me Cliche Or Give Me Death

a true intro

At age of 9 she not i moved from Africa to america.

In america everything was written out to be so different but in some ways the diffrence wasn't even apparent rather the simillarities were hidden by the inabilty to accept comparison between the two . As a child she never focused on the future just the here, what looked her directly in the face, stood eye to eye, confronting her head on.

They weren't very sure on american life so they lived with a friend, life at first wasnt any different from Africa,
your parents still went to work and you still went to school, just minus the walking part, which isn't as depressing as some people make it out to be.

She never really noticed the difference between here and there till she was placed in school, unlike her sisters she didn't get to enjoy the fun part of being a child in america
pre-k and kindergarten ( naptime) rather she was placed in 3rd grade where the children just seemed different from the brochure "stupid"
and even now in her final yr of highschool they still held onto that ideal.
It's not that they were stupid in thought rather it was in speech, asking questions like "did they have toilets where you came from" or "did you live in a hut". For some reason people seem to associate poverty with everthing that steps out of anywhere that isnt America or one of top known cities and countries.
Just because you saw a simple comercial asking for you to donate to a child, doesnt mean you should immediately highlight the whole place as poverty stricken.
So basically,the kids just looked at you weird as though they'd never seen an african and teachers seemed to think you couldnt understand crap so they instead opted to place you in language improvement classes,
Truthfully, even if i couldn't understand you( and this is just a metaphorical comparison, for she is not i and i am not she. She, i, me different words so different people), how would saying a word 10x slower help me if i can't understand english,
(Lisa WANTS to BUY a COW (COW, COW, COW,....)
which metaphorically speaking i could i(she) was just young, shy, and had an accent, plus nigeria was colonized by the british which just makes the whole language barrier thing worse. Cause the british sometimes say certain words different from american ones like trousers which are jeans, or waterproof- plastic bags, ( no one ever understood that one which makes no sense because the definition is in the word).

To sum it up i, if i was in her shoes would have to say i wasn't the dumb one.

Moving on

She didn't hate school, but neither did she care for it. Her first yr was difficult, she had to become acustomed to a world not of its own and shemade one friend, but with her she truly learned the concept of what "fake" was, so it didnt last long, but it did last long enough to pull h we r through one hell of a merry-go- around yr.

4rth grade, the grade she finnaly saw some sign of joy, the year she met her best friend, yara. Yara was nothing like her, she was silent and kept and honestly thats what made them such great friends, they could balance each other out. And like that she made friends as the years passed, some came and left, but the ones that stayed those became to her like family, inseparable.
It was yara, tamara, royal, joy, her and jude they became inseparable as previously stayed. Different in everyway yet somehow together brought an endless suply of joy and laughter.

Yara- shy, huge ass bitch face, so she always looked unapprochable, but she was just bored,but nice if you got to know her, loved to watch tv and movies, hated jerks and probably the only close to normal one in their group, she was a perfect height and had a great body, like the perfect hourglass figure.

Tamara- nice to some but could be a bitch if the person derseved it, honestly a wild goose, was short but a great fighter, trouble maker, ate all the food in the world yet somehow stayed skinny, dreaded school but was a star athlete when it came to running, and popular, everyone knew her even if they didnt go to their school.

Joy- mom of the group, but wild in her own way, hipster junky, loved tye dye, and one direction like none other, was like an oreo cookie her character was a mix of the black and white stereotype, she was tall with long black hair from her indian side.

Jude - the funny one, loud, a bit judgy  but very straight to the point when it came to telling the truth,that it at times came off as rude, jesus freak, but lowkey was a hoe deep down.
He was tall and a bit chubby, but was full of love.

Royal- she was loud, exceptionally brave, always seeking drama -
nobody:
Royal: who said my name
Had a new boo each week

With these guys she found true friendship, people she could share my life story with people she could see as not even her second family but part of her first one, with them she went through lifes ups and downs, with them she found herself.