What Could Go Wrong ?

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Chapter 1

Noise breaks through my sleep, and the culprit is my alarm. I groan in response to it's loud ruckus, my eyes still closed and my body still glued to the bed.

The moment of silence allows my mind to relax, "Finally" I thought to myself as that annoying sound stops ringing.

But that was all short lived, bzzzz!

"What the fuc--" I am cut off by my mom, the righteous lady in this house. "Hey! Watch your mouth young lady!".She yells from the kitchen, the sound of food cooking not going unnoticed by me. "And I suggest you wake up before you're late, again."

My sleepy mind takes it's time in processing what my mom has just said. 'Shit!' I thought to myself as I remembered, school!

My eyes shoot open as I jump out of the bed, as though there was something dangerous laying there with me.

I take a quick look at my phone, seeing the time. My eye twitches as I become aware of the time, there is barely an hour left.

My feet took off to the bathroom where I went through my daily morning routine in a hurry, I can't be late again.

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On a regular it would take me 30 minutes to brush my teeth, wash my hair then wash the rest of my body. That would probably make me super late for school and in shit loads of trouble.

But NO!

I actually managed to fix myself up and all it took was a five minute shower, one minute to brush my teeth and four minutes to dress up. My hair was more tricky, being as culy as it is. My hair gets tangled easily so it's hard for me to comb through it. I didn't have time to go through all of that stress, so I just put it all up in a messy bun.

Curly hair problems.

My hair is thick and dark with golden ends in all its African glory, and it looks amazing! So my best friend says, and I believe her, after all she is my best friend . They don't just hand out the title 'Best friend' for fun, there's a deeper meaning for the term 'best friend'.

My friend Emily really does deserve that title, she is always there for me and she always tells me that I'm beautiful and flawless, but I just think I'm simple, there are girls that are much prettier than me at school. Emily is the only reason I have a little bit of self esteem left in me after....

I shook my head quickly, trying to get rid of that memory. The memory that has been haunting my whole life. I've been getting pretty good at forgetting about that day, and I don't wanna ruin it now.

I rushed down the stairs and into my mother's arms, she made a habit of greeting me this way and I never grew out of it. Most of my black friends find it weird that my mom is white, but that's only because they've never seen my dad. My dad is black, so it's understandable why I look this way: rich chocolate skin and thick African hair. My dad died a long time ago, when I was only two, and the only reminder I have of him is a single picture of him holding my nine month old self.

As a kid people would tease me about my mother being white and me being adopted, which I'm not, but it doesn't bother me that much anymore since my mom tries her best to make me happy and she has never failed. "What's wrong sweetheart?" I look up into my mother's deep blue eyes, a confused look on my face. "Huh?"