Morgana Kevin Dexter, that was the name I was given at birth. It sounds like a sexual transmitted disease I know and that's not all that's wrong with me. I'm African American, about 5 foot 4. Just as dark as they come. I have an eye color that could blend in with the blackness of a color and hair that only goes down half way to my neck, lips that were in same length as my pinky finger, you know the little finger, a nose that seems to almost in golf my whole face in one, and thighs that seem to move in two different directions every step. Yup that was me. Going back to my 9th grade school year, being in a school predominately black and hispanic I would have never thought to see people dressed in black going around wearing t shirts to show their bruises or slit marks that they did to themselves. Going around with their hair sticking up like they've just got out of bed or even covering their faces. The most I saw in that year was a bunch of skaters that everyone kept saying was mexican because they never fully spoke english and they were some what tan. I don't know go figure. Ha that was my worst school year ever because everyone knows as a freshman you get sought after by the seniors. I mean you'd have senior prank day and then senior cut day but for the freshmans it was freshman friday. Yeah that meant the joke was us, the 9th graders. I was smart back then. I sat in the front seat of almost every class. All the well known people or what you would say popular kids always sat in the back making loud noises, moaning or farting what ever could get the teachers attention to stop doing work long enough for it to be next period. (sigh) My life was pretty bland. Honor roll student and all. At school or at home I was geek. Glasses and braces, I read all the time. Watched every kind cartoon or movie you name it. I never really had anyone to hang out with. I never had any kind of motivation to go out. I never really had any where to go. Nothing nothing seem to keep me entertained or occupied. Then 10th grade came around and that was the school year where I was introduced to a new style, high heels but theres a story behind that one. You see there were a group of girls that seemed to be inseparable back when I was in middle school. They literately did everything together. At lunch we would have the popular tables at the far left and the middle were regular kids and far right were the less desirable. That was where I sat. The three girls I was mentioning before sat on the far left. They were seen as the prettiest girls in the school at the time. It still followed them to high school well two of them but anyways going in to high school they all decided to have some kind of mature look but something went wrong. Yeah they seemed like they could not be separated but I was wrong. Where there is popularity there is always jealousy, envy and hate. Oh and there is always someone who is at the top of the crowd or chain, whatever and that some one was lamera courtez. Puerto Rican and black about 5'9, long black hair down to her back, yeah she had what any girl in my school didn't have well if you were black that is. Skipping back to my 10th grade school year, she was the one who started it all. From then on my life was far from bland.