Breathless

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I stood against the mahogany wooden podium wearing my knee long black dress that I bought from Khole’s Young Woman Section, specifically for this day and wore my hair in a diamond clip that matched my heels. Tears fell down and I tried to open my full size peach lips that were layered with Ashanti’s Nude Lip Gloss. I dabbed my eyes with the tissue in my hands trying not to smudge my makeup, as I stopped sniffling words flowed. My name is Tiarra…I paused couldn’t finish that sentence so I started a different one.

 I remember the whole day; of course it started off like all the others. “Good morning Beautiful”, the text message rang that morning coming from Jay. I turned over to pick up my phone and text back “Good morning Hubby”. Me and Jay had been together what seemed forever, we stayed having this on and off relationship since middle school, but by 10th grade we were serious. We had big hopes, but lived life one day at a time. I had finally gotten up to get dress for the day that lies ahead. Jay rode the bus to school, number 2119, so every morning he pretty much woke me up. “You’re doing your hair aint you?”, he texted I replied explaining how I was going to throw it up in a clip. Jay had a funny way of being romantic I loved it, “Bae you beautiful no matter what so don’t tell me what you gon do just do it”. By 8:30 I had left my house making sure the door was locked and hopped into my dad’s 3 year old silver Nissan. Me and my dad had an awkward relationship he never budged into my personal life in less I informed him about something, so usually our conversations were rare. To talk to him was like talking to one of those stupid psychologists that sit there and mock you with there Mhmmms and Ohhs.

I pulled up to school and Jay was waiting for me with our usual mocha lattés. I stepped out with my black high/low skirt and button up top. My hair was pulled in a clip with my forever worn black sandals. Me and Jay stayed on our game, we had won best dressed and prince/princess of 10th grade. He had on a bright blue polo that fit just perfect on his toned biceps and denim jeans. With the matching blue Jordan’s and don’t let me forget his fresh cut he had gotten at the shop the other day. Jay was dark skin, a little taller than me with a toned body no one could compare with. His smile stood out the most, bright white teeth, and his lips plump and soft to the touch. He was mixed which many found surprising to say how black he was, you could tell he had Indian in his family.

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Breathless

By I’yhanna Whittaker

Have you ever been in love?

I have, man it’s the best feeling in the world! You feel complete when that person is around; you get this warm fuzzy feeling inside. But when they’re gone it feels like your heart beats slower.

Well this is a story about a girl and boy who had that warm fuzzy feeling, till 8:11PM, 2013, Oct 14th. That was the night my heart stopped and my breathes slowed down.

I stood against the mahogany wooden podium wearing my knee long black dress that I bought from Khole’s Young Woman Section, specifically for this day and wore my hair in a diamond clip that matched my heels. Tears fell down and I tried to open my full size peach lips that were layered with Ashanti’s Nude Lip Gloss. I dabbed my eyes with the tissue in my hands trying not to smudge my makeup, as I stopped sniffling words flowed. My name is Tiarra…I paused couldn’t finish that sentence so I started a different one.

 I remember the whole day; of course it started off like all the others. “Good morning Beautiful”, the text message rang that morning coming from Jay. I turned over to pick up my phone and text back “Good morning Hubby”. Me and Jay had been together what seemed forever, we stayed having this on and off relationship since middle school, but by 10th grade we were serious. We had big hopes, but lived life one day at a time. I had finally gotten up to get dress for the day that lies ahead. Jay rode the bus to school, number 2119, so every morning he pretty much woke me up. “You’re doing your hair aint you?”, he texted I replied explaining how I was going to throw it up in a clip. Jay had a funny way of being romantic I loved it, “Bae you beautiful no matter what so don’t tell me what you gon do just do it”. By 8:30 I had left my house making sure the door was locked and hopped into my dad’s 3 year old silver Nissan. Me and my dad had an awkward relationship he never budged into my personal life in less I informed him about something, so usually our conversations were rare. To talk to him was like talking to one of those stupid psychologists that sit there and mock you with there Mhmmms and Ohhs.