You guys are waiting for me to describe myself as a lightie with one next mix with split up parents ; brothers that own the bits and a boyfriend that is about 17 and is in and out of juvey.
Nope.
That's not my life.
Oluwatoni Johnson
My girls call me Toni
16
Nigerian and Ghanian.
Live with my mum.
Only child.
My dad past away 13 years ago.
This is my Life.
I walked into the kitchen yawning cos I had just woken up I sat at the table almost falling asleep.
Then all I hear is.
Mum; Heyyy!!!! Ewoooo so this is the time you wake up now? Ehhhh and you didn't greet Pastor Kenny?
Me; sorry mum Morning pastor
Then in the distance I saw a beautiful mixy coming out of the car.
I ran upstairs asap.
I showered.
Creamed.
And got ready.
I mean got dressed.
*Leggins
*Vest Top
*adidas long jumper
*fluffy socks
At least now I'm looking descent
And smelling like a flipping Goddess and that.
So I should probs tell you that the mixy! Is the Pastors son.
He is everything he shouldn't be but I guess its cos so much is expected of him.
We go to the same college.
Same Media class and there is never a dull moment.
Let me introduce you guys.
Darren Miller (mums surname and that)
16
Mixed raice
Brown eyes
Curly bushy hair.
Mozambique and English.
Noo I'm not gonna lie to create your fantasy Latino boyfriend this is reality please so lemme tell you the story.
As you can imagine we are SADLY
Not together the problem is his out of my league.
Were from two totall different cliques.
Now he had a football rep and a wagg wifey to match.
She was the stereotypical football wifey.
Lightie.
Brown eyes.
Bushy curly hair
Trinidad&+Tabago
And the bitchy mentality.
I just couldn't look bad around him.
Not that I wanted to impress more like I had something to prove.
I was upstairs for about an hour.
And when I came down my mum had given me that look.
Mum; ehhee you took a million of years what if there was fire on the mountain
