BEFORE

I was excited when my mom informed me we were moving to a new state, but there are moments when I wish we hadn't moved as well as others , I'm glad we did because I know I wouldn't be here  today . I'm Abby, a short, black girl with unusual vision; although I wish I were normal, I'm not. Moving to a metropolis was great, but parting ways with my two greatest pals wasn't. I wish I could tell them and take them back; after all, what would a twelve-year-old girl think? The new apartment is great; I'm pleased to have my own private room—wait, Abby has her own, too—and I'm content. My mother stated that in the upcoming month, my siblings and I will begin school. I'm both excited and anxious at the same time.Our landlady is the only issue there since she believes that she is the center of the universe 😒.Two weeks went by quickly, and we grew used to our new apartment and my landlady and her two devils, who believe they are the richest people in the world. Why won't they consider that, really? Ick, that's the very least they know.Miss Rashi, my mother, is phoning to take care of Miss Aries, our Landlady.Although Miss Aries seems like a kind person, beneath her flawless exterior lies a monstrous persona.

Coming , I replied. "Abby stay in the shop."stated Miss Aries. Alright, ma, I'll give you the product prices in case you need them. Luckily for me, nobody came in.

Thud, with the alarm blazzing on the table, that's me tumbling from my bed to the chilly tiles. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, and I pity my poor Bum Bum. That was due to a ridiculous dream I had; I believe that watching too much Indian theater causes craziness, which is what caused me to tumble from my high. I was dancing to an Indian song.

    I really should quit watching that garbage, damn it. I had to drag my sluggish ass to the restroom, shit. I just realized that my mother had told me that we were going to get my uniform measured. Oh no, Abby, get up immediately.I must trash this alarm  😫