Part 1:"Can you hurry?"

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My name is Hope. Uhh Hope Jackson The infamous daughter of Faith and Harold Jackson. My

mother was an undefeated lawyer and my dad was a 8 year police officer and in a few months I

would be graduating to attend college to study forensics. You can say my family is on the right

side of the law. Somewhat perfect is what I tried to be. I'm the only child, an average 5'3 dark

brown shoulder length hair. I really wasn't a fan of weave so I wore it occasionally. I had the

perfect body, not to much and not to little in all the right places! Intentionally I would cover my

figure. Call me crazy but I always wanted a guy to want me for my personality not my curves,

and later down the line I will show him he's blessed! I have a nice smooth layer of caramel skin

covering my whole body, perfectly aligned eyebrows and lucky me hazels eyes from my mom. Most Importantly I'm African American.

  I was approaching an end to my senior year with $289,000 in scholarship money and 14

acceptance letters.Beauty and brains but I definitely down-played my beauty. I looked a whole

lot better than what I was letting on. "Can you hurry? It kills me how you take your time to get

dressed and still look basic!" That's my friend Tasha. The most annoying but yet realist friend

ever! A friend like her was always needed. She had been staying with me since the start of our

senior year. I never asked why although I knew she constantly had problems with her parents

but who cares it's my best friend! She was always welcomed,besides she was just as bad as I

was. "fuck you" I yelled back. "The only thing basic is the the $7.25/hr ass niggas you date!"

"Bitch you cussed! finally!" Tash always brought my inner meanie. Training me on how to perfect

my clapbacks! "You're getting better but hit me below the belt g!" I smiled at her

acknowledgments. I was really trying! "Thanks! But let's go!" I said after checking the time. We

hoped in my jeep and headed to Watson High School. Halfway there I looked over to tash and

saw a face full of tears...

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