Forget Me Not

Introduction

Hey...it's deon but most of my friends, oh wait that's right I don't have any.

Well my family call me Dee.

I'm just a 16 year old black girl with a dream trying to make it somewhere in this world, so I can get me and my ma out of the hood.

My father was brutally attacked and murdered in cold blood when I was 10 years of age and even now today, 6 years later I still can't get over it.

My father, was the only friend I had that made me sure of who I was, who I am and who i aimed to be.

I wake up every day missing him. It pains me to remember that when I walk downstairs every morning he won't be there to kiss me on the cheek and tell me how good I look, he won't be there to lecture me about boys and safety, he just won't be there.

I have no friends... I don't know if it's me or them. I'm that girl that's always by her self in school, I'm that girl that dreads it when the teacher says "pick a partner for this assignment" because there's no one who picks me. I'm just a looser with no self worth and sometimes I just wonder why am I even here? Polluting the air with my stupid exsistence...why can't I just die? But then I remember my mother.

The woman who made me.

I may have lost a father but she lost a husband and a best friend all in one, she's been so strong for me and now it's my turn to repay her back...I'm all that she's got.

Today was my first day at GreyVille high, and I was not excited. My ma had me change schools because of the bullying from my previous school had got way out of hand.

*beep beep beep*

"Ugh! Shut the hell up" I groaned irritated as I looked down at my phone, it was another text message from a person who I didn't even know. I turnt my phone off and carelessly threw it back on my bed.

I turned around to face the massive mirror which was on my wall and i held my breath and looked back at my reflection.

I was not ugly...but then again I was not 'perfect' either. I had long black hair (weave of course) with a middle parting, my lips were full and plum, my eyes were a very dark brown which I hated, my skin was dark brown like chocolate...yes I was very curvy something that god at least blessed me with. My waist went in and my hips came out, I had thick thighs and a really big butt that always seemed to get attention.

I decided to just throw on some casual high waisted denim jeans, a white belly top and a black jacket accompanied with my favourite pair of (white) converses... For someone who lived in a rough poor area I actually had it good.

I finished applying my make up and skipped downstairs to give my mum a kiss before heading out the door to school.