A nappy hair novel

Chapitre 1

Fri 7th August, I challenge myself to write 23 pages in this diary.

I am in 1st year of english literature. And a former student in sound design (I will develop that a bit later). Dear lover of basketball, but shit player as well. I still enjoy pretending playing the game when I am great at defense and wack at offense. I am a girl. But when I am in the street, or at work, when younger or older than approaches me, for any kind of reason, stranger will be like : excuse me madame.

So I am a madame too. In London I am darling, love, sweetheart, babe. In Paris I am Honey. Yes that's my real name. My Dad named me that way. I have some supposition on the reason why. Maybe simply because I was his first daughter. I said some supposition. Well in fact I just have this one. 

Back in Paris for a bit, after a partial absence in London for 4 years, now when you see me, the first see you see is my hair.

I decided to challenge myself. 

I love a challenge. I love to make sure I understand myself, my limits, my wicknesses and my strentghs. In fact for the sake of my well being I am a person who need to be aware.

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I went to the cinema alone it was great. Okay no I am lying, I went alone because the sky was blue, the sun was bright, the air was fresh, but none of my 6 friends was free. If I can consider my 3 cousins as my friends then I have 9 friends. My 3 cousins are the only 3 people I can tell out of no where  "hey girls let's go in this place this afternoon" and they will be like "yeah let's to that, what time ? Right perfect that works for me". However, over time our relationship to one other has quiet change. I believe that   growing up, create this kind of situation. Time stole cohesif moment from us. It is alright I understand that. No I am lying. I am trying to understand. But obviously I do not want to accept it.  

So yeah no one was free. I took the decision to document my day. It was hard at the beginning, holding this camera to make my day funnier, and talking to my camera. 

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So today I decided to repeat that. But let me go straight to the point. I am just avoiding being in the house, doing nothing, and feeling useless about my life. So I moved my ass, and get out of the house and there I am. At the train station. 

It is super sunny. People are selling steamed corn, and grilled corn displayed on they shopping trolley in the street. Some are selling kebab, and others Malboros. This streets are animated loud, but so far friendly. Welcome to saint Denis. 

This station is so close to central Paris. Literally two stations. 

I made it, the train just dropped at the station les halles. I am ready to start my day. 

First I need get my happy meal, at Mcdonalds. We are talking of one fish am urger with ketchup, one 25cl ice tea, one fries potatoes, one ice cream or yogourt.

While I am waiting for my order I am receiving a text. My cousin got a job, her job interview went well. I am so content. Even if she is just my cousin she is as important as my future children that I don't have yet. 

I did a small sound of exclamation forgetting, that I was in a public space. 

Then I got called to pick up my other. The guy who hand me the order, had a familiar face.

Low hair cut, face like you he does have a skin  care routine. He stare at me and said, you are going to take your order ? I don't intend to be rude. But there is queue. Sorry it just that you looked familiar for half second. Have a great day. 

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Oh my gosh I am feeling so upset. I think it is required for me to take a break from the house. Oh and there is those three letters that I need to give to my 3 cousins. And there is this administrative thing that I need to do for my uncle. As an ambivert person facing some type of situation I am just fuming. And I am currently fuming. I am grateful that I will be able to occupy my self in the supermarket during the sale season. And make some money obviously otherwise I will become crazy. Having a person to who you can tell your sorrows, last story is so important. Currently feeling heart.

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I haven't had the opportunity to talk to you about my hair.  Awkward transition but this how you will hear it from me. I have up and downs with my hair. 

One day I will write up and one day I will write down. This is how my hair will be divided. 

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