Love For the Hated
Introduction of Chanel and Alexandria Brown, and Devin Anderson. Picture of Alexandria ( Main Character )
When I first saw Devin Anderson, it was my first day as a freshman at Hall High in Atlanta, he was beyond cute. Then I tried to talk to him ...
"Excuse me, can you tell me-- ?"
"Who is this ugly chic trying to talk to me?" Devin interrupted.
"My name's Alexandria. Where's room 30--?"
"304? You looking for your special room, hoe?"
I, Alexandria, being a junior now will never forget that day. The day that marked my hate for Devin. I can't stand him. I can't even stand to hear his name. Not to mention, he's the quarterback of the football team and has all the characteristics of one. Playboy and cocky.
I mean I see why the girls want him and all. With his caramel colored skin, light brown eyes, and a body built like a god, but his overall attitude ... ugh! But what's it matter to me? He doesn't want me, no one wants me. All the boys like my big sister.
I love my sister Chanel to death, I'm just a tad bit jealous of her that's all. Chanel is only one year older than me, 17, but in my and everyone else's eyes she looks 20. She took after mom. She has a caramel skin tone, long black Indian type hair and hazel colored eyes, supermodel shape, and an awkwardly, but beautiful beauty mark below her bottom lip. She refused to call it a mole like everyone else. She said it makes her think of something huge and hairy.
I don't think I'm ugly, I'm just no Chanel. My chocolate colored skin, hazel eyes, mid-back length hair with a streak of light brown in the front, and coke bottle shape have nothing on her.
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"Bring your butt out of the bathroom!" yelled Chanel.
"Give me two minutes," I yelled back.
"Ugh. I still have to take a shower and flat iron my--." I opened the door before she could finish.
"Happy now?"
"Yeah, but what's with all the makeup?"
"It's a bad morning."
"You never have a bad morning ... natural is beautiful, remember that." Chanel said as she closed the bathroom door.
"Yeah on you." I thought.
"Excuse me, can you tell me-- ?"
"Who is this ugly chic trying to talk to me?" Devin interrupted.
"My name's Alexandria. Where's room 30--?"
"304? You looking for your special room, hoe?"
I, Alexandria, being a junior now will never forget that day. The day that marked my hate for Devin. I can't stand him. I can't even stand to hear his name. Not to mention, he's the quarterback of the football team and has all the characteristics of one. Playboy and cocky.
I mean I see why the girls want him and all. With his caramel colored skin, light brown eyes, and a body built like a god, but his overall attitude ... ugh! But what's it matter to me? He doesn't want me, no one wants me. All the boys like my big sister.
I love my sister Chanel to death, I'm just a tad bit jealous of her that's all. Chanel is only one year older than me, 17, but in my and everyone else's eyes she looks 20. She took after mom. She has a caramel skin tone, long black Indian type hair and hazel colored eyes, supermodel shape, and an awkwardly, but beautiful beauty mark below her bottom lip. She refused to call it a mole like everyone else. She said it makes her think of something huge and hairy.
I don't think I'm ugly, I'm just no Chanel. My chocolate colored skin, hazel eyes, mid-back length hair with a streak of light brown in the front, and coke bottle shape have nothing on her.
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"Bring your butt out of the bathroom!" yelled Chanel.
"Give me two minutes," I yelled back.
"Ugh. I still have to take a shower and flat iron my--." I opened the door before she could finish.
"Happy now?"
"Yeah, but what's with all the makeup?"
"It's a bad morning."
"You never have a bad morning ... natural is beautiful, remember that." Chanel said as she closed the bathroom door.
"Yeah on you." I thought.
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