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"Waves of eyes were drawn to her incredulous demeanor and beauty;yet her intrinsic nature lacked perceptible warmth"
Act 1, Sc1.
▪[CINNAMON HUES GLITTERED UNDER THE STARTLING JULY HEAT, HER NONCHALANT EXTERIOR JUSTAPOSED HER SCREAMING INSIDES]▪
she was livid, but the stoic, calm expression said otherwise.
Bushy, shaped dark brown eyebrows were situated above her slanted almost black eyes, currently covered by alluring hazel contacts.
Her thick coily tresses framed her round cinnamon face. It was warm, so a yellow sundress hugged her slender curves which she'd grown to hate.
Click Clack
She didnt need heels to command attention, her heavy footsteps and confident gait made heads turn in content.
The mature sixteen year old had a fire blazing in her near black orbs. All because of--
Tahj
Rightfully so, to storm over to his uni acom and demand an answer over speaking to their birth mother.
A denim jean jacket hung off her somewhat tatted shoulders, an act of rebellion against her foster parents.
Interestingly, on a deeper note she pitied the emotional. The epitome of a nigga mentally was what she possesed.
It caused her to make acquaintances, rather than friends. It didn't bother her so much now, she learned to live with the intimidating impact she had on people.
Taking out her X, she pressed on his contact.
Tahj.
"Wahum" he answered
"Just come to the usual spot." she directed
"How many times do i have to say this, watch who your bloodclart talking to" he said agitated, she always brang down his mood in some way
"Just come" she replied rolling her eyes
Upon arrival, she sat herself on the bench and ran her smooth fingertips over her pink lips, applying vaseline. Her tonal nude acrylics ranged from the lightest of beiges to the darkest of browns, complimentary in comparison to her skin tone
Her aura alluded to a scary calm, a sort of emptiness. Her nails tapped vivaciously on her phone as she was typing away, messaging her closest acquaintance- rena.
She saw him, casually walking and doing his signature bop near to where she was sitting. "Yo, what you saying lil sis"
"Hey T" she said languidly
"So wargwan, I've got a lecture in like 40" he told her
"Why did you speak to xiana(zhar-nah)" she said, getting straight to the point
"Truth be told, i didn't even realise it was her at first. Then it clicked and i just ended the convo" she just peered at him
she knew he wasn't a liar, just left it as that and took his word.
"but onna real, where's your clothes." he said giving a stink look to which she rolled her eyes
"yeah, bye tahj"
they went their separate ways, and she strolled to find a nando's or a vapianos.
Peripherally, heads turned and trances fixed. She wasn't heartless, but she was too aloof.
"Cinnamon skin painted her petite slender figure,
Amour Safhiya N'zryah Ysaan was her name"
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Teen FictionMacbeth inspired Just some young black adults tryna rise to the top, but how much are they willing to sacrifice? subdued /səbˈdjuːd/ adjective (of a person or their manner) quiet and rather reflective or depressed. "occupied by subdued thoughts"
