Chapter 2

•••"Real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real." ~Courtney Love•••

Growing up my mom always told me that my face my was the most important thing that I had. I've always had to make sure that I was perfect and held my head so high that even God could see me... I didn't want to be treated like garbage... Especially since I'm black, I'm just lucky that I'm rich and super hot so people are usually just trying to be my friend or flirting with me... I kind of like it...

Stella had just finished applying some light pink lipstick that went well with her light completion, then she finished off her look by tying her curly hair into a high messy bun. She had on a floral crop-top that complemented her short white pencil skirt. And to finish off she had on rosy coloured high cut sneakers that where in sync with her floral crop-top. Stella had always dressed to perfection even though it was just casual wear for school.

Stella: So how do I look?? (She said beaming with excitement on her face).

Michelle(Stella's friend and their house help): (She stops dusting and looks at Stella mesmerized by her beauty) You look flawless as always... (She said holding up a quirky thumps up).

Stella: You really think so..

Michelle: Of course... I mean that bun is to die for... By the way don't you have to go pick up Daniel (She said with a hint of realisation in her voice).

Stella: Thanks... I don't know what I would do without you...(She said while taking her floral designers bag pack).

Michelle: Bye...(As Stella closed the door).

Stella took out her car keys and unlocked her Porsche, got in and set out for Daniel's place. Daniel's house was along the way to the school. While driving she noticed the car scent on the rearview mirror and a single tear drop fell down her cheek and she wiped it off. "I miss you Dad", she said softly to herself.

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