Hey y'all. It's me. Again. Imani. And I'm sitting here getting my braids done. I scratch my head to see how much I got left. I don't know why I decided to get them this long man. But hey, you know what they say, pretty hurts. It's august 15 and school starts in less than a few days. I hate being the new kid. Like who the heck am I going to sit with at lunch. I'm going to look like a loser. It's my Sophomore year of high school and I've heard some weird stories from my older siblings. Joshua and Kiana. The twins. I can't believe they graduated high school. Now they're moving away and My heart sunk to my feet. They were the only source of joy I had. Moving on. I've been eating a lot to get my booty bigger. I want to get noticed and I want to make as much friends as I can. This new school that I am going to is like very, very competitive. Like they're good at almost everything from sports to theater. They also incorporated some sort of beauty competition. I think that's stupid and that's promoting young women to try to fit it with what society thinks is beautiful. I could never win anything like that. My nose is too big and my lips also. I have too much black features. But my mama always tells me I'm pretty so I just accept it. I'm very weird. I like what typical white people like. I like to go on brunch dates. I love kissing dogs. And I always love vegan food. But you know I also got that black side to me. I love fried chicken and I also love basketball and rap music. Oh how could I forget my gospel and r&b. But anyways I moved away from my best friend Diamond. That shorty was my rock. She's the only one who accepted me for who I am and I didn't judge my every move. My love life has been very garbage. No guy has been interested in me. But that's alright we all have our time with that.
"OUCH" I yelled. My aunty pulled the crap out of my hair.
"Sorry honey, your hair is just dry boo. I gotta give it a quick thug. Pretty hurts my dear child"
"Could you go a little softer? I'm very tender headed"
"I'll try my best booboo" she said.
I hate getting my hair braided. It's been atleast 7 hours and we're only half way. If we hadn't taken all those breaks then we wouldn't have been still here. I check on my phone and I see that diamond texted me.
DIAMOND: Hey girl, I miss you so much. How is over there.
ME: eh it's alright. Very quite. Like nothing goes on over here.
DIAMOND: Damn girl I feel bad for yo ass.
ME: lol girl like I'm just getting the hang of it. But I got to go my aunty yelling at me
DIAMOND: see ya boo x
Time passes by and we're finally down with these damn braids. My sister comes down and gives me a random pep talk about high school
"Sis I've never been a new kid but I got some advice for you. NEVER, and I mean NEVER go out of your way and try to impress ANYONE. they'll end up getting you embarrassed and hurt. Find of group of people who are nonchalant."
"Gotchu sis" I said sarcastically. I'm sorry but the only way to get people to like you is if you do the things you do. Duh. She walks away and says,
"Okay but don't act like I didn't warn ya"
I go to my room and look at myself with the braids. I look good. My confidence boosted quite a bit. Hmm what else can boost up my look?
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Looking in Your Eyes
Teen FictionA young girl born and raised in the city of Boston struggles to find her identity and true love. Her family moves to a small town in western mass and she tries hard to fit in with the crowd. She makes some new friends. They introduce her to this "Ba...
