11 - Not Black Enough
Emma
Before
The day my mom died was one of the happiest days of eighteen years of my life. Oops, nineteen. It was my birthday, after all.
It started with me waking up to Caleb’s phone call, demanding me to open the curtain of my bedroom window and looking over the vast backyard towards his parked Jeep. My boyfriend was waving at me with white balloons and shouting, ‘Happy Birthday, Emma f*****g Moore!’ Despite how it could have angered mother (when one of her maids updated about my life) I was grinning.
I was happy.
“Miss Moore, are you listening to me?” the sweet voice of Mrs Karen cranked through the phone, making me snap out of my head and shiver. I looked around at the dinner table, Mia and Summer laughing at Caleb’s dad’s joke.
My head felt heavy and tong
