Lost

Chapter Three

The next day I went to school, I stopped my locker to take some stuff to find my two best friends there waiting for me. Kiara and Chanté.
Kiara is a year older than me she is half Dominican and half Indian which makes her have gorgeous skin and hair. She was always the sweet one out of us three, she could be mean but only when it was necessary.
Chanté is my age. She is a brown skinned Jamaican. She is the baddest of them all. Don't get me wrong she is smart as hell but still had that bad Jamaican vibe in her.
But I Omo was a mixture of both of them. Even tho I am just a Nigerian girl that lived in Cali I had both of there sides which is why people call me the reasonable one. Even tho Chanté and Kiara where like my sisters I never told them about my abusive father. At school I was just this straight A student who was a heck of a dancer.

"So Omo, ya comin with us to that party tonight?" Said Chanté.
"As much as I want to nah, my dad been bugging lately. He wants me to stay home and be with Amina."
"Sis, now you kno me no wanna go to that party without ya." She says in her Jamaican accent which I always found cute.
"I know babe maybe next time" I said hugging her.

A few hours later it was time for dance class. I was also captain of the dance team. By the way Chanté was also apart of the dance team, I always wanted kiara to join but she was more into modeling and singing.
"Alright guys, up on your feet and let's start on the same routine we did last week." I said to them. " 5,6,7...." Before i got to 8 this chocolate boy walked in.
" Um, how may I help you?" I said with a rude attitude.
" My name is Raymond, but people call me Ray." He said smiling. "I'm knew here and the principal told me I need an extracurricular activity so I chose dance."