Ebony

chapter 1

Chapter 1

Waking up for me has always been a struggle, I mean I don't have to go to school any more but no!!! my internal clock has refused to understand the difference. I think it's broken.

As I drag myself to the bathroom to do my business, I made the mistake of looking into the mirror and I was shocked at what I saw.

Who let the monster out?
Hehehe

My morning hair is just...how do I put this nicely?
Disastrous!
You see, I'm originally from Africa so my hair isn't straight or silky. It's full, curly and likes to make its presence know to the world and my skin is beautifully black too.
I'm what you call a black average girl.

Having finished my morning routine which involves a war with my hair and teeth,I waddle back to my bed to try and get some sleep since it's still early...

"EBONY!!!!"

... I guess no sleep for me then

Yeah Ebony!
that's my name and not the name of some hair product.

I think my mum was still high on the drugs they gave her to reduce the pains of labor when she named me Ebony . I mean there are names like Juanita , Melody, Evelyn and so on and they choose the name Ebony!!!!!!!

._.

I had just finished high school some months ago and I dont know if I'd ever be able to attend college cause I dont know if I can afford it.

So here I am sitting on my bed which is on the floor by the way in my boring miserable room eating my secret stash of crispy chips which has become my only companion these past few months.

I've been thinking lately about my life. I dont want to continue this way,I want to make something good of my self but looking around me I feel like I'm drowning in social stigma and poverty.

Isn't my my life a jolly one?

Ever since my 'best friends'   left me without any form of remorse, I've not gone out of my house only going out for necessities.

I wish I could say its because I'm still mourning my lost friendship but no...

My EX-classmates has made it their life mission to add agony and misery to my already miserable life.
They egg my house,throw trash around my house and other beautiful decorations (note my sarcasms).

My parents dont really care,its not like they do it intentionally but they are always working to make sure our things aren't thrown out of the street or we've got something decent to eat .

I'm an only child you see,I never had anyone to play with or chat with while growing up.

so I never learned the ancient act of making friend or not behaving awkward whenever I was spoken too by potential friends.

Being poor added fuel to my already blazing and nonexistent social life.

I've also got Identify disorder(that what I tell myself to avoid my mind concluding I'm insane )

I wish i could wake up one morning to be told by my dad that

* I'm secretly a princess

*My training on humility has ended

*I'm extremely rich

annnnd

*Its time to assume the nation's throne.

But the only nation I see myself ruling anytime soon is my imagiNATION.