After entering the code to my neighborhoods gates, and passing my home gate, my home has two stories its white, has 5 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, with a basement, where my parents have a huge wine collection, and an attic where my parents store the Christmas, Halloween, and family photos and shit. 

My father’s black, 6’7’’ and run’s a very successful security company, his company has body guards and security tech. He’s 48, his name is Garrett Marquis Carter and has been married to my mother for 24 years, him and my mother were high school sweethearts. My mother’s name is Heather Deja Carter, also 48 years old, and identifies primarily as black, but she has a white Irish, European, and Russian dad, and a black mom. She's a very successful corporate lawyer, and is the boss of her own firm. I have an older brother his name is Luke Darnell Carter and is 20, 6’5’’ feet tall and still growing, and is going to Harvard State University in Washington, he’s studying to be a lawyer like my mother. And I have a little sister she’s 17, 5’7’’ feet tall, her name is Emma Ebony Carter. She goes to Oak Tree Technology High School, she’s really brainy, and the school’s known for the math and science classes it offers.

When I step through the door and on my houses all tile dark grey flooring I pass the foyer and make my way down the hallway that opens up to a middle sized decorative room that my mother and father use for clients. The room has floor to ceiling light turquoise wallpaper and crown molding all around the room. The rest of the houses walls besides the bedrooms are painted white. At the end of the room on the left lead's to another hallway with 2 different closest spaces on the left and a half bathroom on the right, also on the right is a guest bedroom. Out of the hallway leads you straight to the kitchen which is huge, it has all white tile flooring, granite counter space all around including top and bottom cabinet space all around.

To the right of the kitchen is a hallway that leads to a dinning room with a long mahogany wood table with red upholstered chairs, with a huge fireplace on the far end. The kitchen and dinning room, are connected to a large living room with another fireplace in the far left corner. They're are 2 large Persian rugs separating the living room into 2 section's, the section on the left, is a lounge/study/work area, and on the right is movie and t.v. area with huge couches and recliners. 

On the left of the living room is also the stairs leading to the second story. When you make it to the top of the stairs theirs a door on the left and right, those are my brothers and sisters rooms. Then you go further into the hallway you'll see the balcony on the left over looking the front of the house, and on the right are double doors leading to a medium sized library. And at the end of the hallway is my parents bedroom on the left, mine on the right. 

No one's home except the maid, and cook, who I never talk to. So I grab I banana and take a shower after I'm done with my snack. My ballet class is going to start casting for the recital we're going to put on, at the end of the semester. We're casting a little early, because we're a competitive school and we still have ballet competitions to practice for.

The Ballet Recital is about this girl who see's the world as this big beautiful place as a child, or some shit like that, anyways it shows her growing older and seeing and hearing stories in the news about death, sickness, poverty, war, murder, and other ugly human shit, and she falls out of love with the world, and she has like a panic attack or something. And she goes to other people for advice, but everyone's advise is shitty, so she eventually figures it out that like, the world is horrifying, but its also beautiful, or something lame like that. And its imperfections make it beautiful, and that life is hard, but you have to keep trying. Because not all humans are monsters, most are good, and that we just have to teach people that, and she fall's back in love with the world.   

Obviously I'm aiming for the lead, and I know I'm going to get it, call me what you want, but I get the shit I want, and I want that part. 

As I'm getting out of the shower, and changing into my comfortable Victoria Secret jump suit. I see the book I got from the library, and my heart quickens and my cheeks start to blush, as I think about that girl, I jump on my bed and scream into my pillow in frustration. 

Why am I acting like some pathetic love struck chick, DAMMIT. 

A girl, has never made me feel this way before, what the hell. Her clothes we're kind of loose, but I'm willing to bet she had a nice swimmers body under her clothes, and her eyes. I've always liked colored eyes, but her's are this beautiful light brown, that I could just stare at all damn day. Maybe this is just some stupid phase and it will pass, or maybe this is just some random lust and I just need wait for it to pass. 

As I delve deeper into my thought's of Artemis, and how her name is freaking hot alone, I hear my parents call me down for dinner. And knowing better I listen, and go down to eat.

I close my bedroom door, my bedroom as you enter is rectangular, with a walk in closet, on the right, my queen sized bed, across from my closet against the opposite wall. In front of my door, some paces inside is a door that leads to my full bathroom, and to the right of the door is my desk and laptop, for school shit. And next to me bed on the right is one of my dressers, with, another large one next to my closet door. And on top of that dresser, are all my awards for dance, and ballet. And my room color is black like my soul, just kidding its white.  

Above my bed is a poster of Juilliard, a well known performing arts school, and its where I plan on going after I graduate from High School, I've gone their every summer since I entered High School. They offered me a full scholarship and everything, but my parents wouldn't let me go, since then it's been tense between us. They wouldn't let me go, because they were concerned about me not living a full teenage experience, that's stress free or some bullshit like that, I was furious when they told me, they wouldn't let me go. 

It's my life, and they were making this huge decision for me, because they felt they knew best, when it's my life being affected. Obviously I'm still pissed, and I make sure they know it, every chance I get.