"Niquenique get up!" I heard my dad yell from down stairs.
Rolling out of bed, I made my way to the bathroom, to do my hygiene. Looking in the mirror, I looked throwed. My hair was everywhere and I had crust in my eyes.
I'm Dominique Walker who's 17. I'm a lil thicker then most girls y'all could call thick. I got to much pride, in my stride to let a nigga/bitch put me down. I'm curvy, with a lil bit too much hips. My stomach not really flat, but it ain't fat either. I'm mixed with black And Indian with a size d-cup. Big? Yea I know. My usually bright hazel eyes, were dull.
I stripped and turned on the water, waiting for the right temperature then stepped in. I scrubbed my face then my body.
Stepping out, I brushed my teeth then made my way to my closet and got my lace black bra set and put it on. I looked through my clothes racket, to find some to wear. There was only five more months of school left, and I'm glad. A nigga ready to leave.
I pulled out my pea...