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Saturday.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I shouted, running out the door. she incoherently said something, and I heard her a bit, but I wasn't sure. And I wasn't going back to ask what she was saying.

I'm not disrespecting her as you might think, but you see the thing is, I was going to the mall with my best friend, Eden, and instead of just saying bye, have fun, she would insist that I buy her a few things, and her definition of a few things is like five bags of groceries.

So no thank you, I'll pass.

Ok, so the basics.

Name: Kendall Maya-Bleu

Surname: Satori

Gender: Female

Age: 19 years olds ( Birthday- January 22)

Ok, this sounds so formal and weird. It feels like I'm applying for a job with my C.V.

Let's try a different approach.

Hi/hey/Hello, gosh whatever.

I'm trying to sound normal, but it's starting to be weird, so I'll just continue. My name is Kendall Maya-Bleu Satori, and I'm a girl. A girl that is trying to be invisible as possible. I try not to be your typical cliché girl, all girly and cute. I'm rather calm, collected at times, like I said, trying to disappear.

Not die no, just be invisible enough so I won't have to deal with college drama. And I have succeeded, to some extent. But having Eta as a brother, and Eden as my best friend has been quite challenging like it's been really hard. I'm not a talkative person per se, but I think a lot. I process a lot too, and I observe.

I like standard colors. Grey, black, white, brown, and a touch of lavender. Loving lavender has nothing to do with the fact that I don't like being girly. I'm not that stoic. In my defense, I am a girl after all. I have, curly brown hair that reached my shoulders, grey eyes I inherited from my dad, melanin skin, my mom's, and I was short, mom's fault. I am also half black, half Italian. Don't ask how that happened.

It's self-explanatory. Don't ask me where they met, or how it all happened. It's not my story to tell. Actually it's too juicy for me to tell. Maybe when I feel kind, I probably will. I am still telling you something or two about my life. Now Eden and the mall. It was her idea. I said no of course, but mom begged me to go, said it would break her heart if I didn't go. Being me, I finally gave in when she gave me money for food.

Eden.

What can I say about Eden?

Eden is the brightest star I've ever met. She was bright, warm, and cute. When I say bright, I mean her personality. she knew how to brighten someone's day and heart, and I think that is a beautiful quality to possess. She is kind too, sometimes bakes for me. Gosh, I love her more when she does that. I think, off-topic, that we have established the fact that I am a foodie.

Anyways, back to Ed. She is the talkative kind. The kind that loves teachers' attention. The kind that can randomly wear highlighter yellow, the neon yellow, just because. The kind that is a sweet talker, and the kind that would always have your back, without a doubt. Ok, enough about her too and mussy talk. I'd probably still talk about her along the way anyways.

Mall.

Going to the mall wasn't so bad. I was able to get there with my jeep, or shall I say a jeep that I share with Eta. And since he said he wasn't going anywhere, it was so much easier to use it without a hassle. Even if he was going to use it, he would take me to the mall because I barely go out. He was kinda shocked when I asked him for the keys. Especially when I told him that Ed wanted to go shopping. I don't get it though. I mean, clothes are clothes, but some people just go overboard.

I'm not going to say girls only, knowing Eta. He was a fashionista, while I on the other side wore like I was at home everywhere. Comfort came first anyways. Today I was wearing a black baggie sweater, black track pants, a black beanie, white socks, and my lavender morning shoes. My mom almost had a fit when she saw the shoes I was wearing. Maybe that's why she was calling me/yelling at me. Oh well, she will survive.

Where did I meet Ed?

Eden-Hope Gonzales. Where do I start? It's a weird story really. Meeting Ed was, and still is a mystery, I don't know. She had a friend who wanted to be my friend. So this girl would write complimentary notes to me and Ed would be the middle man and pass them on to me. It was weird at first, but eventually, I got used to it. I mean this girl, Cora, she would even compliment my shoes.

And sometimes I would laugh with Ed at the things Cora would say. It's like one day I didn't have a friend, then suddenly, here was Eden. With her bright colors and awesome personality, we clashed so much with each other, but at the same time, we boosted each other, completed each other even. Ok, now I'm sounding corny. I'll stop.

Cora moved to America to live with her dad because her mom died. It was sad really. Because somehow, she had also become a friend that I wasn't expecting. Ok, no sob stories, not now anyway. When I got to the mall, Ed texted me and told me she was outside Giovanni's café. I quickly rushed to her because I knew, her asking me to meet her outside the café meant she was buying me breakfast. What a great way to start a day.

With food...

I loved the blueberry cupcakes that the Gio café had. I mean, they had the best of the best. And it's so underrated.

So, where do I live and what race is my stepbrother?

So with the Italian eish going on, it has to be Sicily, or somewhere in Italy. It just happened to be Sicily. My mother remarried since my dad was a whole trashy story. I'm actually glad that my mom left that trash stuff after what he put me through. But that's a story for another day. My mom married a man by the name of Adres.

An amazing dad if you asked me. He is, and will always be, a better man than my dad was, in this lifetime and the next, I can assure you of that.

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