SURPRISE: Here we will talking about another character.Enjoy!
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CHAPTER: 08 MOCHA GIRL
❝hey mocha girl❞
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SOMETIMES I FEEL like I am that girl who is now sobbing silently behind those closed curtains. She may act but I, I don't. I look at the mirror which holds a broken girl hidden behind a smile plastered on her not so beautiful skin. I may not be black but my colour complexion is dark, I am the mocha girl.
A slap echoes in the empty room of mine. I touch the area of my swollen cheek and glare at the woman who is my so-called step-mom. "God, you are such a pathetic sh*t I could ever have. At first, I had to take care of my parental relationship and now I have to take care of your stupid obnoxious a**. It's good you are black, no one will notice the hand print."
She walks toward the door and looks at me over her shoulder "Next time act like a br*t, I will show you how to become like one." I slump down and look at the sky which is painted in black with stars embroidered on it as if the designer took it's time to sew them. I sigh slapping myself repeatedly making myself known that I am an obnoxious child who don't have anything.
Just when I again raise my hand someone stop my movements. I look at the person who is none other than but Jack, the guest of tonight's show. I angrily glare at him and jerk my hand from his hold.
"What are you doing here?" I scowl at him an shift to other direction in order to create some space. When he looks at it, his eyes suddenly hold pain but as we all know the God of pro in emotions has arrived, he quickly hides it.
"I thought it's the room of Natasha." That bi*ch will not leave me alive. If you are thinking what I am then congrats you get a virtual fruit punch from my side. She is my step-sister that I hate from the depth of my heart.
"It's not as you have seen so you can go." I say as I walk toward the closet to pull out my sleepwear.
"I am sorry." I turn back to look at him. His stoic expression is remarkable, not once does he speak to me in school and whenever I scold him he would listen from one ear and threw it on other and now look at this beautiful chimpanzee trying to spark conversation.
