Waking up to the rain pattering on the windows gave me a sign that this was going to be a bombass day. Some people believe that if the sky is clear and the sun is bright and shining then their day is going to be all hunky-dory. Well, I believe the opposite. Rain gives me a sense of tranquility. Just hearing those drip drops and smelling that earthy smell when the rain hits the ground gives me goose bumps.
I quickly turned off my alarm and rolled out of bed so that I could brush my teeth and do all the other things humans should do in order to look presentable. With a sigh, I thought of what I should do with my hair. I had soft, puffy black hair that I inherited from my mom, Beverly.
Basically, I was my mum’s mirror, only younger of course. We had the same dark chocolate skin and black brownish eyes and slightly pink full lips. I was very grateful that my face was clear of any acne or blemish.
I combed my hair contemplating what to do with it. Ponytail? bun? Just let it be? I then just decided to put it into a bun and threw on a beige crop top showing off my small waist with some black ripped jeans and old school vans. Not to brag or anything but I’ve got a pretty nice body. I had pleasant medium-sized tits, small waist (as mentioned before), curves and an almost big booty.
I grabbed my backpack and rushed downstairs where my dad was impatiently waiting for me.
“Brianna Berry Barrymore, do you realize how late I am? And what are you doing showing your belly button and thighs to the whole world?” He immediately started. I forgot to tell you about my insane father. He’s so paranoid it’s not even funny. I remember one time when he said he was going to the supermarket for 30 minutes and I was left home alone. He made me lock the gate, close the garage door, lock the door which leads to the garage, lock the main door and close all of the windows. He then called me 5 minutes after leaving the house to check if I was doing fine. How loco is that? I’m 17 for Pete’s sake! Also, he is super punctual. Just in case you haven’t noticed. Also, don’t ask about my second name.
“Dad I only took like 20 minutes.” I responded rolling my eyes.”Where is mum by the way?
“Firstly, don’t you roll your eyes at me young lady. Secondly, your mum went to work early because there was an emergency at the hospital. Thirdly, just because I’m already late, I will let you go dressed like that. Gosh, children of today. Back in my days the ladies used to wear-“
“Dad! I thought you said you were late. Let’s go!” I cut him off knowing he would never stop once he started reminiscing of his days. We got into the car and sped off to school where he dropped me off.
“Have fun and stay away from boys.” He called out zooming away.
“Have fun my ass.” I muttered to no one.
Entering hell aka my school aka Wallia High, I headed towards my locker and took out the books needed for my next classes.
“Hey bishhh.” I heard someone shout right next to my ear. I jumped up with fear and dropped the books I was holding. Picking them up I stood up to glare at my best friend Kiara aka Kiki.
“Girl what’s up with you? You trying to give me a heart attack?” I said folding my arms.
“Boo you know me, I’m never quiet.” She said and we both burst out laughing cause it was true. The bitch never kept quiet.
Kiara and I have been best friends for 6 years. She had caramel fair skin, brown eyes and black hair, like mine, but more soft, long and silky. She had huge boobs, which she kind of hated, a tiny waist and curves.
“Did you-"The bell rang cutting off whatever Kiara was about to say.
“Arghh, I will talk to you later I've got Chemistry for my first lesson.” She said.
“I’ve got English. See you later.” I said walking to English class. Yay.
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First chapter of the first book I’ve ever written.
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I promise the next chapters will be longer.
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justawryter
