The Misadventures of the Awkward Black Girl

The Misadventures of the Awkward Black Girl.

"Maybe if I do my hair like this, and poke my ass out a little. Think he'll notice me then?" I said, with every once of hope withering away by the second.
"Hell no. First of all, your ass is already nonexistent. So that won't do any good. Then, your hair is too rough to do it like that. Just be yourself and flaunt your pancake booty. Rep for the tooty rooty no booty club." Wynter said, laughing at her last sentence.
This bitch was no help at all.
It was no use in trying to make me seem anymore attractive, I just had to deal with the fact that my hair was coily, I'm built like a 10 year old German boy, and that this whole plan wouldn't work because I'm weird and awkward as hell. Nobody wanted an awkward black girl, they wanted the turn up queen, with silky hair, and a body like an instagram model.