After It All

Chapter 7 - Demi

Demi in the MM >>

I met up with my clique in the lobby. My crew consisted of Abigail, Sydney, and Ashley. I still feel insecure, though. I feel like they're the pretty ones since they knew where they belonged. Since I was mixed, my skin color was lighter than a black person’s, but, darker than a white person’s. I never knew where I belong, and I hate it. My mom used to always tell me,“It’s what's on the inside that counts.” Sometimes it’s hard to remember that.  

“Hey,” Abby greets me with as I joined them.  

“Hey, what's up?”

“We were planning on going shopping this weekend. Do you want to come?" Money was beyond tight. I knew no matter what it took, my dad would still give me the money.  I haven't shopped for clothes since the summer, and I was definitely in need of a new wardrobe since it's fall.

“Uh, I’ll ask my dad. I’ll text him now!” Sydney made a face. She never liked me, and she seemed to always have something rude to say. I’m surprised she wasn't talking right now, actually. Usually by now she’d be saying something like,'Oh my gosh D! You wore those jeans last week!' Sydney was the only one in our clique that knew about my family’s financial problems. The fact that she is constantly talking about my wardrobe, and things that include money, really makes me wonder if she is a true friend.

While we were standing in the middle of the hallway I saw Scarlett. She gave me an encouraging smile and I had managed to give her a shy one. She's so nice. I Honestly would like to get to know her soon. As she walked by I heard her talking to Leo about Sydney calling her a bitch earlier at lunch. She glared at Sydney and called her a bitch. I'm not surprised that she did though,Sydney is rude to anyone she's jealous of. "Fuck off,Vanilla bean" Scarlett said to Sydney as they walked away. You could see the furry in Sydney's e yes. She looked almost saddened but,that's none of my business.

The bell blares and it was time for 1st period. I quickly sent my dad a text, and headed off to Spanish.  I see Fatima and her squad walking down the hall. Fatima and I have never spoken before. She was really pretty on the outside. But, unfortunately, not so much on the inside. She gets in trouble with her teachers a lot, and has a problem with almost everyone in our grade. I feel like there's something wrong with her. Not physically, or mentally, but emotionally. I feel like she’s been hurt by others, and because of that she's doing the same.  

The irritating second bell rings in my ears and I surprisingly make it to my class just in time. “Hola class!” Senorita Hernandez starts lecturing about Spanish proverbs or something along those lines, and I slowly start dozing off to sleep.