Stone Cold Nina

My World

My name is Nina, and I am 16 years old and I have a lot of tattooes. I have 3 younger sisters Winter 15, Autumn 13, and Summer 13, also known as the twins. Two older brothers Elijah 20, and Matari, 19. I know right that shit cliche as fuck, you'd think my name would be Spring but obviously its not. Imma just put it this way and say I live in Bel Aire, California for the...more fortunate. I'm rich and I'm bad, that's life for me. I ain't never had to work for shit, do shit, say shit, and when I want something I get it, and this is a story about me and only me, toodles.

I awoke from my beauty sleep. Stretching my long arms and legs, I'm long and lanky with beautiful tanned dark caramel  skin from my Native American genes from my mother, whose name is Cecilia, and my giant long 6'1 model frame from my father, who is Samoan and black. 

A soft knock came to my door.

"Entrar, Mariah," I said running a hand through my mane of dark hair.

She opened the door holding my breakfast. She was a short stocky mexican girl who spoke not a lick of English, I practice my own Spanish with her. She's my maid, we ordered her off line, and her mother Selene is our cook.

"Mi espanol es cada vez mejor," I said smiling at her.

"Si," she said smiling back widely, extremely happy that said something to her.

She entered the room and placed my food on my tall hot pink dresser, and exited back out closing the door lightly behind her.

I got up looking around my room but couldn't see anything because hot pink curtains draped over the head of my bed. I pushed them out the way hopping out the bed, running a hand through my thick light brown hair.

I leaned over to pick up up my remote control to my walk-in closet off the floor and slipped my feet into my fuzzy hot pink slippers. When I entered my walk-in closet I chose a black leather skirt, leather jacket with a black crop top that said FLAWLESS in white letters on it. I settled on some black wedges for shoes and my black skullcap that said badwood on the front. I looked on my dresser to see a big plate of food exactly what I'd asked for the night before, 4 chocolate chip pancakes, 2 strips of bacon, 2 sausages, 2 sunny side up eggs, and a cup of orange juice. It smelled delicious but my food would have to wait, until I showered, to be eaten.

I grabbed a towel a hot pink towel out of my closet and headed towards the shower, stripping down and lathering up the towel and scrubbing my skin. The water tangled my hair and trickled down my back. I was in their for about 30 minutes before I got out and slipped into my outfit.

My hair flowed down past my shoulders in a tangled wet mess. I walked over to my bed and plopped down on it, taking a piece of bacon off the tray on my dresser and pulling out my phone.I love my family, don't get me wrong, but there is so many secrets. I sometimes just feel like I'm suffocating in them. No air.

See, I come from a place where you have to fight for everything that you want. Bald-head black girls have always been jealous of me. What? it's not my fault I was born and gifted with everything a teenage girl could ever want. My family has secrets but then again so do I, my biggest one being Ty.

I logged into my Facebook page as I sat cross legged on my bed, and typed into the search engine box NlmbTy Wildboy. Ty's real name is Taylor Gomez, she's about 5'8, short, with tattooed of roses and veins up and down and all around her neck. Her hair is buzzed super short and spiked with four lines on the side. Ty is 18 years old and has a significant 1 year age difference from me. 

Me and Ty have been talking for a while (about a year) and it wasn't until about 4 months ago that I finally realized that I wanted to be with her. So 4 months ago we made our relationship official between each other, only us too know about each other. No one else. I like it that way and she doesn't, but she told me she could handle it until i was sure on how I would come out to my parents and family. Obviously she's not handling it because she has pictures of her with Vanessa Cory tongue kissing, the same girl I told her jumped me with four other girls in 6th grade. I went to my inbox and instantly texted Ty.

<wat da fuq r u doing with Vee> I texted her beyond angry.

I anxiously awaited her to text me back. Finally it came back.

<chillin, wats up u need me now?> she texted me back.

<wat r u talking bout, wat did i do> I texted completely confused.

<Vee is cool to hang with, n she said if we did have a relationship she wudnt be afraid n hide it> Ty expressed to me in the text.

<How far r u....we need to talk about this face to face>  I texted.

<busy> she texted.

<an hour?> I texted back

<busy> she texted again.

<tomorrow> I asked texting nervously. 

<busy> she for the third time.

<Ty wat is with the 1 word answers> I texted irritated.

<Hey this is Vee she said she's busy...with me...leave her alone> Vanessa texted for her.

I shut off my phone.

Then through it at the wall angrily.

I screamed tears streaming down my face.

My room door creaked open and my father's face, Enrique Hernandez.

"Dad," I shouted and ran into his arms.

He stroked my hair comforting me.

"Now tell me who hurt my princess so I can hurt them," he whispered to me.