Guys, I'll keep this short. This story is not edited. I'm sorry if it is not of suitable length; I'm writing it from the notes app on my iPhone.
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Once outside the class room Sunny Rae located the nearest restroom to hide out in. There was no one at home who cared if she went to school, not to mention if she went to every class. Sunny Rae went to school on her own. She kept up with her own school records and shots.
If something major needed to be done she'd lock her mom in a room for about 4 days, weaning her off drugs so she could be sober enough to do what needed to be done. Her actions might seem cruel, but she really wanted to make it in life. Sunny Rae made sure to make excellent grades so she would receive a full scholarship to college. Any college would do because where she went didn't even matter.
As long as she got away. She wasn't necessarily worried about taking care of her mother; because her mother never really worried about taking care of her. Living the hard life had taught her that it was everyone for themselves. One needed to do what needed to be done for themselves in order to survive.
Her mother used drugs to cope with the everyday struggle of life. Sunny Rae decided she would use school as a stepping stone to overcome her struggles.
She stared at her reflection in the dimly lit bathroom. She supposed she could be regarded as pretty if she dressed nice and put on a little make-up. Her jade green eyes were big and round, yet slightly slanted and had the tendency to look like a murky gray some days. She'd never gotten her eyebrows arched, but that wasn't necessary because she already had the perfect arch that many girls tried to achieve.
Her hair was a wild honey color, curly and untamable; it hung just below her butt if straighten, but in its curly state it stopped at her waist.
Oddly her skin was the same color as her hair giving her an exotic look. She had freckles scattered across her small upturned pert nose and soft cheeks. High cheek bones courtesy of her mother.
Her lips were a soft red color, Cupid's bow shape, and always in a pout. Her body slender, smallish b-cup boobs, small waist, hips that flared out moderately and a nice sized butt for a black girl her size.
She figured it was the only thing she got from her mother, who despite being a crack addict still had the body of a shapely woman. So you see, she supposed she had the potential to be pretty. But when she looked at her clothes and shoes, she realized that she simply didn't have all that it took to be regarded that way. And with that epiphany she slammed her palms against the mirror, a little more forcefully than she intended to, and broke it.