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Origin

Rosabella's Pov.

My life was always so called normal. Even though I never knew my father, and my mama always worked her but off and was barley home. I had a pretty normal life. me and my older brother were close growing up. he never left my side. there really wasn't a period of my childhood of when I wasn't having fun with my brother. everything was going good But, the one thing I hated the most was our nosy ass neighborhood in new orleans. everyone was in everyone's business. I liked that we lived in a diverse area, that was a blessing and a curse. even though when we first moved into the hood when I was 10, we'd get dirty looks coming from the black and white people. every time I walked outside they would stare at me for long periods of time without speaking, like I was an alien. But then again, I was a brown skin girl with a gingerly brown curly fro and deep brown small eyes, which I got made fun of a lot for. and my beauty marks skattered across my face and body made me stick out more. my full yet small lips were a natural dark nude pink. not to mention the fact that my family went from the palest of "lightskin" into the deepest shade of brown. as far as I know, my family were  Creoles of Color, but we identified as black. and the fact that me and my brother looked different only made people assumptions about us worse. like how they thought we had different fathers because my brother was a light brown with long curly black hair that he always wore in braids, his pretty almond shaped hazel eyes, and his heart shaped pink lips.

there were certain people in the neighborhood my mother warned me and kept me away from. like the gangs of Spanish people down the street who everyone seemed to love. one of the gangs that were apart of our hood would always find ways to talk to my older brother Jason, who was fourteen at the time. they would knock on our door at night asking for 'jay' and I would catch them trying to give jay a green bandana, which he would refuse multiple times. but this was all normal until the two new people moved into our neighborhood.

Genesis and Ivano.

Genesis and Ivano's house was right across from mine. genesis was a mocha chocolate color with black waves, his brown eyes stuck out as he looked at me. his plump bright pink lips perfectly showed his straight white teeth. and a deep dimple laying on his right cheek. next was Ivano, he didn't come outside as much when he first moved here. but when he did, something about him made me want to know more about him. He was a light caramel color with dark curly hair that was usually styled. his eyes were the darkest shade of blue that only showed in certain lightings. his thick eyebrows seemed perfectly arched. and his redish lips stuck against his cold face structure, but his Spanish accent tied it all together.  we were all ten years old as we would play outside with each other even with the dirty glares we got from people. I remember sneaking outside at night so I could play with the boys in the rain.

Everything was ok until we turned 14. turning 14 was a big stage in our lives. we stopped talking to each other and became distant. the gangs that once approached my brother started talking to genesis, he would stop coming over to my house. and then next thing your know, he was hanging out with my brother and the gang. and as for ivano,, news got around that his Italian family was powerful and was doing illegal things. this making him spend more time in his house. and when he did come outside, he didn't talk to anyone and followed in his father's footsteps.

As for me, my mother stayed on my tail for getting my feelings hurt and being friends with boys. she said I should focus on my school work and get girl friends of my age. my mother groomed me into becoming a successful lady she knew I could be. but how can I just forget about my childhood friends like they never existed?

but now that were all grown up, believe me in this talkative city it was hard to even forget there names.