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Chapter 1(I don't want to be my parents)

(That's Dakota right there)
Being an only child is hard. There's the pressure of being everything your parents want you to be. There's the problem with making a name for yourself and figuring out the world for yourself. Being the only girl and child is even more difficult. "Dakota," I hear my mom shout. "Kyle is here." And here's why. All my mom talks about is me finding a husband. It's an obsession with her. I walk downstairs to the door and find Kyle Brown standing there with my mother. "Hello Dakota."he greets. "Hello Kyle to what do I owe this visit?" I ask try not to roll my eyes. "Well, me and a few friends were going to the movies tomorrow and I was wondering if you'd like to join us." "I would love to," lie "but I have lots of homework to do for English." Another lie. Kyle Brown has never been my favorite person. In fact you could say that I like the devil more than I like Kyle Brown. "Oh well maybe another time." He says. "We can only hope" I quickly close the door and turn to find my mom standing with a plate of cookies. "What are you doing with all of those cookies mother?" I ask. "Oh dear don't you remember we are having dinner with the Taylor's tonight," she says."Dakota how do you expect to find a husband if you can't remember simple things like dinners." "Sorry mother." I mumble.
Dinner at the Taylor's was boring and was mainly listening to my dad and mr.Taylor talking about the on coming war and how expensive things are getting because of it. At some point I just ask to be excused to the bathroom and even with Mrs.Taylor's vague directions to it I still have no clue where it is. After staring down the hall for a few minutes trying to figure it out and a door opens to the the right of me. The Taylor's son-Christopher- walks out. "Can I help you?"he says with the sound of anger. "Um I was looking for the um bathroom." I say nervously. I remind myself not to look at him so I stare at my shoes just like I do when I talk to Kyle."It's the last door on the left."he says. I start to nod but never look up at him. "Thank you." I start speed walking to toward the bathroom and I still feel his eyes on my back. When I make it into the bathroom I sit on the floor and do nothing. It feels nice to be away from them there's so much pressure. Trying to be what they want but I don't know what I want I don't know who I am. How am I suppose to hide myself if I don't know who I'm suppose to be. After my deep thinking I get off the floor dust myself off and go back to the stairs."Those negros need to go back to where they belong how can I raise my daughter to be a respectable young lady if those savages are here." I hear my daddy say. I end up staring down the stairs trying to figure out how they could talk about those people, those human beings like their a diseases. How are we any better than them didn't God make us all equal aren't we suppose to treat them like family, like friends, like human beings. "Where is Dakota she suppose to help. Does she expect to get a husband if she doesn't do what a wife should do." I hear my mom. Is this what I listen to all day and night do they want me to be them because they sound like horrible people. "What are you doing up here still princess?" I hear behind me. He says princess like it's a dirty word. "I don't want to be my parents but if I leave theses stairs and go down there I'll be just like them." I whisper to myself but somehow he hears it. "So you've figured it out why don't we come into my room and talk about how terrible our parents way of thinking is."he suggest and right now what he's saying doesn't sound too bad to me. "Dakota, sweetie it's time to go now." I hear my mom says. "Huh maybe another time,"he says with a light smile"until next Dakota." I watch Christopher walk back into his room and then go down stairs. "It was so lovely of you 3 to come to dinner we should do it again." After our farewells we go home and as soon as we walk through the door I head to my room claiming that I'm tired from today's events. And again I lay in bed staring at the wall thinking about what my parents were saying.

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