Tragic

ÇhᎪᏢᏆᎬᏒ 1: ᎶᎬᏆᏆᎥᏁᎶ Ꮖö ᏆhᎬ bᎥᎶ ÇᎥᏆᎽ

I'm Dominique Michele Carbón, and I just turned 15 about two weeks ago. I'm Puerto Rican and African American.

Right now I live in St. Louis, MI but that's only for now.

Im moving to Los Angelos, a total different state.

My dad got a new job there, so that's why we're moving. I wanna stay with my best friends.

My besties are Britt, Zuly, Zariah, and Breauna.

They really don't want me to go, they even offered me to sneak back to stay with them.

Crazy, I know.

"Domi!" My mother called from downstairs.

My mom is African American with long brown hair and big, brown eyes. She's a model with Fantisize Magazine.

"Yes mom?"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yea." I said, standing up from my bed.

I gathered my suitcases and dragged them down, struggling with my 97 pounded 4'9 body.

"Damn!" I whispered to myself.

"Need some help there?" My 14 year old brother, Daniel asked inbetween laughs.

He's so annoying sometimes.

"NO, I'm perfectly fine." I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

He grabbed some and carried them down to the giant SUV.

About 30 exausting minutes later, we were finally done.

"Ugh." I said as I pulled out my IPhone 5s and got on Instagram as I sat in the backseat.

"It wasn't even that much, babygirl." My father said, looking back at me from the driver seat."

"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes.

My mom got in the passenger seat, and we were off to the airport.

I turned on "Pills and Potions" by Nicki Minåj and start singing the words.

"Shutup, Dominique! Nobody wants to hear your squealing." Daniel said, looking up from his iPod.

"Shut the hell up alread-"

"Dominique,launguage!" My mother said, snapping her head back at me.

My family is so annoying.

"Okay, okay."

It seemed like forever once we arrived at the Airport.

My family and I exited out of the car, and my mom called my aunt to come get the truck and take it back to the house.

I grabbed my suitcases, and start walking towards the door, waiting for our flight.

There were people literally everywhere. Busy day today, I guess.

"We will be back." My mom said, walking with my dad and brother over to the line.

I sat down and sighed.

Suddenly, I saw this cute boy, he was C-U-T-E.

He was lightskinned, had green eyes, dimples, and swag. He was obviously in shape.

I must've been staring for a while, because I came back from my daydreaming to somebody tapping my shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

I looked up to see him looking down at me. His eyes are to die for.

"Y- yea?"

"Uh I'm looking for the L.A flight..did it come yet?" He said, shuffling his feet.

"O-oh no. I'm waiting for it too."

"Your really pretty."

I was about to die..Eeeek!

"Thanks..." I said, trying to hold my screams inside.

"No problem." He said, showing a little grin while his dimples showed.

He was really trying to make me faint.

"Uh..i'll be right back...I gotta go...to the ladies room." I said, fast walking over to the bathroom.

I'm so freaking shy...

Dominique...chill. Take deep breaths. He hates - stop the. negative thoughts! Domi, Chill! He doesn't like-

C'mon, calm-

This shit ain't working.

I apply another layer of red lipstick and return out of the bathroom, into the crowed airport.

"Domi!" I heard my mom call.

I finally spotted her and walked over.

"Yeah?"

"Our plane. Let's go." Daniel said, grabbing his stuff and getting in the plane.

"Alright." I gathered my belongings and got on, sitting on the soft seat.

"Finally. A freaking break." I said, huffing.

"Truuuuu-" My brother started.

"Damn, shut the hell u-"

"Domi. What did your mother tell you?" My father said, looking over at me.

"Launguage." I said, mentally rolling my eyes.

"Hahaha.". My brother laughed.

"Watch it." I said.