Mika is a 6'4 intersex black girl, everyone in school fawns over her but a certain someone "hates" her dangerously. The 5'4 fireball calls her every name in the book just to get a reaction out of her but it never works.
Until one day Mika snaps. See...
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' :Thinking " : Talking
MIKA EREN SMITH
'WHY am I doing this to myself... Another day waking up going to my lame ass school to get gawked at. I mean I don't want to sound like a prick or anything but being tall really is a blessing and a curse.'
"MIKA EREN SMITH YOUR BLACK ASS BETTER BE UP AND READY TO GO. NOW."
"I'M COMING MA....damn"
'My momma always trying me. One day I'm going to snap. Swear.... Nah I'm just playing.....Or am I..????'
I chuckle a bit then mumble"I really need to stop talking to myself." I grab my phone and check what time it is before getting up.
7:35
'I'm not gonna dress up today anyway it's fine.' Walking to my bathroom that's connected to my room I do my hygiene. While brushing my teeth I look in the mirror checking myself out
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I grab a towel and turn on hot water putting the face towel under the running water. I squeeze out some water the place the hot face towel on my face wiping my face in circle motions as I slowly become fully conscious.
Once I'm done with the face towel I ring it out fully and put it on the rack before walking to my closet. I grab a black Under Armour long sleeve compression shirt, some grey sweat pants, and some slides to slip on.
I head downstairs fully dressed and grab my car keys from the key bowl on the dining table and go to the kitchen. "Hey eomma" I lean down and kiss her check. "Hey mama's baby, I got you orange juice in a bottle with 2 granola bars next to it on the counter by the door. You bet not be late it's already 7:45." She gives me a hug the pushes me towards the front door. "Thanks eomma! Love you!" I hear her scream back at me before I close the door with my orange juice and granola bars in hand.
