Chapter 1

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Hi everyone, sooo first of all I just want to welcome you to this story. Not any kind of a story, but a story that I found very rarely here in Wattpad or any other books. About girls that have different backgrounds, ethnicity etc. Girls with non curly hair, or different skin color, or eyes, etc have it difficult to relate to the main character.

So I hope you find this story good, and please share! Anddd yeah, Welcome❣️
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Am I acceptable?

Sometimes I wonder, why do we as humans work and feel (mentally) like robots? I mean will we always wake up, eat, go to school or go to work and get your butt straight back home again, and repeat the whole situation again? In that case, will we be able to find whatever we search for in our life? In that case, will you as a person get accepted in the eyes of the society? I mean life can get cruel, but can it get or feel any crueler...

The ridiculously radar sound, blaring out of my phone. Trying to wake me up from my peaceful sleep, I rolled over my bed and pushed on snooze and rolled back again and not letting the alarm destroy my sleep. When my eyelids started to get heavier on me, I hear a voice, trying to reach my ears.

"HOPE AMBESSA! Wake up now and get your butt to the shower!"

I groan, as I roll to the side of my bed and touch the button of my phone. It was 6:55 am. Was she really kidding with me? I mean couldn't she wait five more minutes, so I could have at least taken a five minutes nap?

Kicking off the heavy grey fabrics that laid on top of me, with the help of my legs. Walking straight to the bathroom, the first thing I do is staring at my reflection in the mirror. Watching my dark tanned with golden undertone skin, my dark hair curling down over my collarbones. Then I find my eyes tracing itself back to the brown eyes that is looking straight forward back to me, locking the eyes to each other. Thinking how will I be able to get through the day? With the people that are no difference than me when it comes to the structure of our human anatomy, but different when it comes to color.

"Hope!—"

"—Yes mom, I'm ready!" As I fastly undressed my pajamas, and let my feet  touch the coldness of the white bathtub. Letting the cool water drop down from my hair and the second I closed and blinked up my eyes, I could already see the water being to heavy for the drain to not do its work. Quickly I jumped off the tub, and letting the water drop from my hair as I picked out my first day outfit of my last year in high school.

Picking out one of my black high waisted jeans, with a beige knitted sweater, which looked to be twice as big as my own size. But just tucking it in on the front and putting on a belt around my jeans, it let my curves on the side stand out a little, still my outfit for the day 1 looked complete. Checking my phone again, the time couldn't wait for my slow ass turtle move, it was already 7:45 am. As I stared at myself once again on the mirror, the thoughts about my hair showed up.

"Crap!" I muttered loud enough to myself as I emptied all the oxygen in my room, by inhaling it. I usually straighten my hair, but right now... I am too late to straighten this big mess. But at this moment I was forced to hold up my hair, and braid the hair that successfully got through the hair band. As I picked up my phone, and bag I quickly exited my room.

The weakly staircase, complaining in groans and creaks as my feet went thumping down on the tired senescent stairs. Holding on the staircase supervisor to keep me from falling out of my balance. Without realizing, the stairs guided me to the down floor.

The floor welcoming me to face my mother's hair, shining dark brown reddish because of the sun rays hitting through her hair. Her sensing the presence of my DNA, slowly turning around with her volumed curly hair bouncing around with her body. Greeting me with a smile, together with her tired visible dark circles eyes covered with concealer looking at me,  as she handed me a sandwich with a glass of juice. I returned my smile back to her as a 'thank you'. Eating it as quickly as I could, at the time I started to end my juice I felt something buzzing in the back of my pocket. The screen welcoming me with a text message from my friend Jessica.

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