Shy POV-
Wake up wake up , mom & dad shouted as I arose. It's your first day of high school baby. " Yeah I know whoopdy do, fuck is the big deal" I said under my breath as I got up & walked into my bathroom. I looked in the mirror& damn I looked good even when I first wake up. I brushed my teeth and washed my face . I didn't need to get in the shower because I got in lastnight. After I was finished I plugged up my whine curlers & walked into my closet .. What should I wear today ? I thought over & over again. I got out a black dress that showed every single last curve I have . My bleached jean jacket with the studs & some sandals I custom made . After I slipped my clothes on I went into the bathroom to curl my hair .. About 15 minutes went by & my hair was finished . I put on my mascara & eye liner & my MAC lipstick & grabbed my phone. I had 1 missed call from this boy that won't stop STALKING ME. Y'all will learn about him later though ..
I'm Shyrah Tyrone . I'm 15 years old , & I am A Black & Beautiful African American. Boys alwagys seem to find themselves throwing shots at me. I brush that shit off & move right along .. Ion have time for a relationship & a relationship doesn't have time for me.
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Better Things Better Ways
Roman pour AdolescentsGrowing up Shy always thought that she had it good, which she did . Mother had a good paying job , & Father was a architect, but when they both don't come home one night Shy is forced to raise her sister by her self. When she meets Kevin everything...
