"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs.
I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen.
Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt?
"We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."
New town. New identity. Same crazy.
I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice )
(cough, cough)
Not!!
I hate it.
I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove.
But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special.
...
DOOR OPENS.
"Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors.
"Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers.
My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor.
I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her.
"Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands.
"Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home.
What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.