You ever felt like your best has never been good enough? Like ever? Like, no matter how hard you try, shit's gon' keep happening to you no matter how hard you try to keep it from happening. That's what happened to me.
My name's Katrina. Katrina Bernard. I'm from Miami. My dads- yeah, that's right, I got two of them- met there and decided to start a family so now there's my dads Tony and Paulie, my sister Daijah, who's twenty-six now and my little brother T.J. He's fifteen now.
If you haven't gotten it by now, I'm the product of gay parents. Not only are they gay, but also interracial. Tony's black. Paulie's white. They used a surrogate to have all three of us. My real dad is Tony, who we all call Dad. Paulie, on the other hand, we call Pops. Both of them worked hard to make sure we had the best of everything.
I had what people call a "priveledged" life. We lived in the best neighborhood in Miami, right on the beach. Ferrari's, Lambos, you name it. Name the brand, we had it. See, Dad was an engineer who worked with some of the best artists out there. Pops was a CEO of a company. We pretty much had it made...
Until I went out and fucked everything up.
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FanfictionKatrina Bernard: Pretty, Mulatto sunbaby from the sunny shores of Miami. She seems to have it all. That is, until her life is turned upside down by one vacation to New York that is halted by a horrible tragedy. She winds up in Litchfield Penitentiar...
