Strong [Completed]

Prologue

Both my eyes and nose ran like an open faucet as I pleaded to my mother on both knees , I yanked her hands begging for her to look me in the eyes.

"Shut up ! I have new family now and we don't want any blacks apart of it ,"

"You will live with Aunt Ruth and will be thankful that she got your dumbas*  accepted into such a prestigious school."

I had no time to beg again as she shoved me into to the room causing me to fall flat on the floor and locked the door .

I scrambled to my old wooden bed where I laid down for a bit trying to control my breathing .

My mother and all the people around her were negatives about my mixed skin colour .You might be wondering how did she come along with a half black baby if she's a racist , well here's the story .

My mum always and still is a trend follower . Back in her highschool days in senior year a whole bunch of black foreign exchange boys were sent to their school .

Most of them played sports and were athletes for the school , all the girls drooled over them so my mum followed and did the same. Putting aside her racist demeanor she got with my father who was the most popular of them all .

From the pictures and what I remember , he was really handsome and an amazing dad .

Mum didn't want to get a job so he studied and became a pilot in order to provide and care for us even though his dream was always to become a Footballer and play in WorldCup which at the time , school was offering the opportunity to train for .

Five years ago when I was 12 , right before my birthday he had to fly to Canada , he promised he would bring me back something but unfortunately the only thing I got was sorrow .

Engine failure , it caused the plane to crash and both his and the passengers' bodies were never found . I don't even know why they said engine failure when they never found the plane to examine it .

My head pounded as I got off my nearly broken bed and walked over to the chest of draws .

The little clothes I had , I picked it up and fitted it into a bag .

As my mum told me before , I would be moving to another state to live with my far aunt . Their I would be sent to a prestigious white school .

I could take discrimination from whites , but not rich and over fortunate .

Not all of them were that way , I remember when my dad was still alive , I went a boy & girl school . It had this boy Little Josh , at the early age of 11 he treated me like a princess .

His parents would always send extra fruits personally for me . On my birthday they even sent me a small Nokia which at the time , was in style .

I pushed my thoughts out the window and returned to my bed where I took a nap to prepare myself for the 6 hr flight ahead .

Coming Soon.....