I was driving home from work one day, when a girl showed up in my mind with the most interesting name. At a red light, I closed my eyes just long enough to get a glimpse of this feisty girl with a story to tell. When I got home, I tossed my stack of grading on the kitchen counter, took out a yellow pad, and began writing what would become my second attempt to write a novel: India's Most Wanted, which begins like this...
So, my name's Asia, but I'm not Asian. Neither's my sister, India. Dad says we're Africottish. Half African American, half Scottish. My new government-issued parents, Pete and Nancy Woolen, say I look exotic. Yeah, whatever. Let's just say when I want to hide, I can't 'cause I'm the tallest girl at Monticello High School-the loud one with hot chocolate skin and wild cottony hair with red and gold frizz that refuses to be tied down. India, on the other hand, hides well behind her barely wavy Euro hair, silky midnight smooth--ultra obedient and tame.
Mom used to love twisting our hair into all kinds of braids and things. She'd tug at my head and pull my scalp in a way that made me feel like a French poodle. She was more gentle with India, probably because India's blind, and I think she felt guilty about that. I know she loved us, but she must have hated herself. Even when she used to sell insurance in her Anne Klein power suits and pantyhose, hair spray and all, nobody knew about her boss and his meth lab until it was too late.
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