We arrived at our new house. It was bigger than the last one we had. It was a big beautiful mansion with a garden, big and magnificent. I was amazed. It was quiet, too quiet for my liking. I was going to miss the hooting and shouting from the combi drivers and the boys cussing each other in Shona ( a language in a country called in Zimbabwe which is in Africa).
"Andile!'' my mother shouted, making me come back to reality.
"Ma!" I answered.
"Come help me with the boxes" she said in her British accent.
Unlike my mother I'm from Africa-born and raised there. My accent is not British or American but Afrikaans ( because I stayed in South Africa for 13 years).
I helped my mother with the boxes and saw something beautiful, glorious and enchanting, a... handsome... AF boy.
"May I help you" the boy asked or should I call him a man.
"Um...uh" I stammered
"Yes, yes you may " my mother said saving my life.
"I'm Hayden by the way" he said winking at my mother.
"And I'm old" my mother responded walking away.
People say she looks young and I agree with them because she is young, young to be my mother of course. But in general she looks young.
"I'm Andile" I said getting the courage from who knows were.
He didn't responded and just scanned me with disgust. I thought to myself what was wrong and after a few minutes it clicked.
"Hey, you boy bring your white bleached looking was here" I shouted with rage.
"Me" he answered
"Yes you" I said annoyed.
He walked towards me his body looking amazing.
"What's your problem? Why did you give me a full on scan? Is it cause I'm black mate, black like charcoal?" I shouted.
He was quiet
"Just to tell you that ' girl' you were flirting with is my mom you prick so please don't look at me with disgust because I'm also human" I said scanning him with disgust.
He said sorry and I just walked away not saying a word.
"Whet happened love?" My mother asked.
"You know the usual" I sighed
My mother hugged me tight and I felt years running down my cheek.
"Why me?" I asked. "Why do they make fun of my skin?" I sobbed.
My mother did the usual, telling me I was beautiful and I was the best thing that happened to her and that o shouldn't care what people said.
"Thanks mom you always know how to make me happy" I smiled.
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青少年小說A story of an African girl trying to fit in. Andile is a seventeen year old girl who moved to America with her mom. Both her parents are divorced and she was separated from her two brothers. She is dark in completion and will not let anyone bully...
