Wild at Heart
How to tame a wild heart in five short years
Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me bef...
I'm "BLACK" not that its a big deal. But at my new school nobody seems to like me. BECAUSE I'm the only black girl there. And of course I get attention from the wrong people and end up in problems I least wanted. But these problems all lead up to one person behind everything. *here's a little sneak* "My legs began t...
There really wasn't any stopping it. It wasn't my fault that my skin was as dark as the night, or my nose was broader than any other's, my hair was always rough looking and broke easily. There was nothing I could do, because to them I will and always will be, the black girl. HR: #3 Short Story Graphic by caesium-
WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Adrift after a failed suicide attempt, golden boy Everest can't find anything worth living for - until he meets Beverly, a loner determined to prove him wrong. ***** For a boy who seemed to have it all - wealth, good looks, popularity, a wide circle of...