We Can Make It Together ( lesbian Story)

Chapter 1: The Beginning: Part 1

NIAOMI'S POV

"Beep Beep Beep" the sounds of my alarm clock echoed through out my room.

"Niaomi get up before your late for your first day of school!'' My mother was shouting outside of my door. By the sound of her voice I already knew today was going to be a long day. All I heard was her thick Nigerian accent and the scrumptious smell of bacon cooking. It was so tempting, but I was so tired. Reaching out my hand, it started to search for the alarm clock still blaring in my ear. The fricking thing is so annoying in the morning. In the process I knocked everything down that was on my nightstand.

"Ugh..." I got tired so I just pulled the cord out. I didn't have any time for this. I was tired. I worked all summer hoping I could have a break, but I forgot I sill had my senior year left.

"Ugh.. five more minutes...please." I yelled out. I pushed my self under my limited edition Adventure Time blanket getting comfortable. I know, it might seem childish but this blanket has gotten me through a lot. Plus, it was so soft.

"No, get up now before your late!" She yelled back at me. The five minutes I wanted to use for sleeping ended up being used by arguing. I got so tired of my mom's voice so I decided to get up. It took everything in my body to move towards the bathroom door. All of sudden, I could hear my mom round the corner and gained some pep in my step. I already knew she had her whooping spoon. Oh dear God I hate that spoon. I still have bruises from the time I didn't clean up my room. My mom was vicious when you didn't listen to her. I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

"This year is going to be different." I insisted while looking in the mirror. I am determined to make my last year my best year. To stop being so shy and put myself out there. I took my shower mentally prepared myself for this whole day. As soon I as I was finished I went to my room and put my school uniform on. I never understood why people hated wearing uniforms. When I put mine on it makes me feel like I'm apart of something sufficient. I looked at myself in the mirror seeing my perfect royal blue uniform, my natural kinky hair, and my new Sperry's in sync together. I thought to myself how it's the first day of senior year at Kapaun Mt. Carmel for me. Out of nowhere I got a text from my best friend Kelly.

Get rdy bitch. im on my to pick u up

Dear God Kelly is so ghetto, but I love her. I love her flamboyant but ghetto self. She's almost always fighting someone, but is a social butterfly. We only became friends because we were some of the only black kids at school and we had so much in common. When you remember Kelly you automatically remember her rust bucket of a car. I just hope her parents or her drug dealing boyfriend got her a new one. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to follow my nose to the kitchen.

"Good morning to you Ngozi." My father said emphasizing my Igbo name while flipping through his newspaper already in his blue police uniform. I love my father

'Its about time your up, and don't you know you are supposed to greet us before we greet you." My mother said placing my food in front of me while glaring at my father.

He looked up and said,"Calm down Ugo, let the girl eat she has been working all summer and now she has to go to school." My father insisted. My mom rolled her eyes while walking back to the stove.

"Good morning mommy, morning daddy." I said while adjusting in my seat. I was ready to start eating. This food looked so bomb.

"Good morning." My father said with a smile.

"Good morning." My mother said. You can hear the irritation in her voice. Looking down at my plate my began to water.

"Don't forget you have to go to your sister's house after school with your cousins." She mentioned. My sister is getting ready for her first kids birthday party and she wanted my twin cousins Jayla, Jacob, and I to help her go shopping for party favors and a gift for him. As soon I was done eating I heard a honk outside knowing it was Kelly's.