Double Life

Chapter One

•Zi'haria 'Zizi' Beautiful Jones•

"Zizi come on or we gonna miss the whole thing" Asia said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me outside the school to some cheerleaders going at it while a couple of niggas stared at them beat the weaves out they damn heads. 'Pitiful, just pitiful' I thought to myself.

"what they fighting for?" I ask curiously, whatever they fighting for better be a good ass reason. Still looking at Tina rip some of Jessie's tracks oit her head "oh they just fighting for Drews fine ass" glancing at me and putting her attention at the girls.

I sigh, none of these are gonna break this up anyway its not my fight nor my problem so I leave Asia looking at them fight as if somebody gon die on the scene.

Well my name is Zi'haria Beautiful Jones, just seventeen years old and a Proud African-American lady, mom is from the Africa, while my dad comes from the states. I am more on the darker side but hey I have learned to appreciate my skin colour and also I am more on the plus side, I weigh 269 lbs, 5'5 feet tall yes I am pretty short, got black long hair that goes past my shoulders and my sexy black eyes. I am not ashamed of who I am, afterall I am one of Gods beautiful creations. "Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top". Well from time to time I do get insults thrown at me but I kick it to the curb and keep moving, for the time being they are only on my life not by choice but because I got to get an education.

'Jefferson High' is like any school except its in the projects, I am not complaining though. Its got your basic bitches trying to show off who weave is the most longest or looks good on them, the thug wannabe's they are the type of people that act like they in the game and trying to impress girls, then we have the real thugs who actually don't give a fuck about nobody and sleep with random girls wherever they see fit and suprisingly there are rich here probably just because they got kick out they old nice and fancy schools or typically because they want to feel the power of bossing us the 'poor' around. Tsk.

I walk by the sidewalk just admiring my surroundings, it may be the projects when there ain't no type of crime going on in front of you. One day I wish to leave this place once and for all, start something in the Arts department. I love art, I can express myself through it and I can literally paint anything and still be satisfied but one thing I'm afraid of is rejection. I got a couple of careers I want to pursue in Art;

•Painter• Just the feeling of put my paint to canvas and drawing potraits, still lifes or simply letting my mind and emotion flow freely on the tips of a paint brush.

•Tattoo Artist• I'm not very big on needles but the joy of possibly getting one of my designs on their body and brag about it to their friends can bring joy and happiness into my life.

•Graffiti Artist• my bedroom is filled with graffiti, all the walls in my bedroom have meaning. The wall where my bed is has empowering words towards.me personally like my body and my emotions. The one on the left is my uplift-me wall, it contains all words that motivate me and pushes me to do more. Then there is the wall to my right, that is my bring-me down wall it shows all the negative emotions I have felt towards myself because of what other people have said but for every bad I shut it down with something good. The wall in front of my bed where the door is, well it has two halfs to it the top half encourages me academically and shows me what I'm aiming for career-wise and the bottom half is chalk-like, where I write out what needs to be done two weeks prior.

And last but not least,

•Art Gallery Owner• showcasing the art of other artists where they are just starting out or wellknown in the art industry. Giving others a headstart on their careers.