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Hello Black Child

"Hello Black Child LLC" is a beauty and apparel brand that embraces black culture and urban fashion with confidence. We provide quality and affordable pieces for girls on a global scale. While our choice of style is often labeled as "ghetto" and "tacky", the purpose of this collection is to help girls of color realize that the community we are apart of is trendsetting, beautiful, and unique.

My message to other girls around the world is that you don't have to take on the opinions of others. Your style, your personality, and your "black" is beautiful."

Website: helloblackchild.com

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I was ready once the clock strike five. I'm
Usually late everywhere but, not today. My outfit was picked out and my weapons were in my purse.

I was sitting on the floor practicing what I was going to say to the judge. I can't promise I'm going to be respectful because she's been itching for an ass whooping since I met her.

"Your honor she's lying her ass off. Her designs wack as hell and I can prove it"

No, that's too formal. I'm not talking to a friend, she's the judge.

"Your highness, she's straight capping out her ass."

Yes, that's better. It's very informal and professional.

By the time I was done rehearsing it was time for the court hearing. I feel like I'm about to fight someone for custody or something. This is very serious.

Since this will take place at the school I decided to not wear the extra outfit I had set out. I decided to wear a plain white tank top, grey sweatpants, my hoop earrings, and some jelly slides. I plaited my hair then put a scarf over it.

I have to make sure I'm flexible for when I whoop her ass. This isn't something that's going to be televised so I'm good.

Call me whatever you want but, I'm not about to get my edges snatched off during this fight. I know when some girls fight all they do is pull hair but, I'm not one of them.

I punch, slap, body slam, and choke. You can call me John Cena.

As I drove up to the school I parked in the closest parking spot I can find. I'm already out of breath from sitting in my damn car, imagine how I'm going to be, walking after a fight.

When I walked into the courtroom it was full. People were lined up outside, waiting to get a front-row seat to the show. I don't know how word got around so quick.

Mrs. Anderson came in wearing a floor-length robe and a pearl earring. Her gavel was bedazzled with Swarovski crystals and diamonds. Even her shoes were bedazzled.

She's a little too ready for this.

"Court is now in order"

She said as she started banging the gavel on the sounding block. She evilly smiled as everyone covered their ears. She's having too much fun.

"Where's Iyanna?"

"I'm here, I'm here"

She said as she came limping into the room. She was on crutches and she had bandages around her head. One of her friends lead her to her seat and placed her feet up on a chair. 

This girl knows damn well she's not hurt. She's trying to avoid being on academic probation for stealing my dress. I just wanna slap the bandage off her head.

"Ok, let's get started. I've been watching Judge Toler since I was a child so I'm ready for this trial"

"Mrs. Anderson, Iyanna stole my dress and she's lying about it. I can prove it"

"Which makes no sense because I don't have a reason to lie"

"I know, you lie for no reason"

She'll look anyone dead in the eyes and lie. Even if you saw her doing it she'll get offended that you tried to frame her without proof. She's one of those people that lie out the side of her neck for fun.

As the hearing started on I pulled out various dresses I designed in and out of school. All of them had the same vibe of the dress Iyanna stole.

"I didn't bring any of my dresses but, I know she claims I stole her dress because she doesn't like me. The minute she stepped into this school she was out for me"

"Please elaborate on that"

"She views me as a threat. I'm prettier than her and more talented. She didn't like me from the beginning"

I rolled my eyes so far back I could see my brain. She always finds a way to make everything a beauty competition. I'm not one to lift my head higher than other people so I just kept quiet. I will talk shit in my head though.

Everything she was saying was hard to believe. Even she didn't believe what she was saying. Every two seconds she stumbled over her words, often repeating the same thing twice.

"She even stole my boyfriend from me. What makes you think she wouldn't steal my dress and try to flip this on me?"

"Girl you know damn well I didn't take your man. 4+4 equals your man though. Why? Because he ate my booty"

She forgot she was 'hurt' and tried running to me. Her crutches fell with a thud. She got up so quickly her bandages came unraveling like they were held together by Post-it Notes.

Everyone looked at her like she was stupid. We all knew she wasn't hurt, this is just the icing on the cake for me. I can use that against her.

"How can you guys believe a word she's saying right now if she's lying about being hurt? What won't she lie about? If you're asking me, she's a little delusional"

She tried to speak but Mrs. Anderson gave her the 'shut the hell up' look. I forgot she was her aunty for a second there. She going to see her at every event and it sucks.

As the trial went on I kept on proving my point while Iyanna stayed quiet. She couldn't describe any material that went into making the dress or the type of dress it is.

One of the witnesses she called up was Dominic, like he was going to help her. Once she called his name he got up and never came back for about ten minutes. She was just embarrassing herself at this point.

Good thing he came right in time to be my witness. When I called him up he hugged me and took a seat next to Mrs. Anderson.

"Is it true that you were with Ms. Serenity as she was making the dress? If so, do you have proof?"

He said yes then, he started pulling out his phone. He went through his photos and pulled up a picture of me in my living room.

"As you can see, this picture was taken last week. That's the same dress that bae, I mean Serenity, brought in. She's standing right next to it with her scissors and everything"

"Do you have anything to say about this piece of evidence Iyanna?"

"It's photoshop. How was she seen standing next to my dress? I'm starting to think you're not listening to me when I speak"

"Girl, none of us are. You haven't said anything important yet and it has been thirty minutes. Say something worthwhile or plea guilty. Power is about to come on so I gotta get home"

After a few seconds of Iyanna not saying anything Mrs. Anderson got up. She walked over to the dress one more time. She examined it inside and out, unlike at the beginning of the trail.

"Wait a minute, if this is your dress, why is Serenity's name stitched on the tag of the dress?"

Everyone gasped for special effects. People started talking all at once causing Mrs. Anderson to viciously call 'order in the court'. Iyanna instantly stood up and walked to the dress.

Mrs. Anderson stood protectively in front of the dress as if it was diamonds. She pointed Iyanna back to her seat in anger.

"I didn't remember seeing her name in there when I was stealing her dress from the storage"

She accidentally said out loud. She's the dumbest criminal I've ever seen. Not only did she steal my dress but, she admitted to it. She just wasted all of our time, I could've been sleeping right now.

This could've all been avoided too. But I have to remember, sometimes people pretend you're a bad person so they don't feel guilty for the things they did to you.

Once she ended the hearing I stood up and took off my earrings and necklace. I put my bonnet on top of my scarf and stepped out of my slides. I walked up to Iyanna and pimp slapped the hell out of her.

I repeatedly punched her as I trapped her between the table and the chair. She hit me back a few times only for me to crush her head on the side of the table.

I couldn't hear anything that was being screamed at me. She deserves what came to her. I can't let her get away with stealing my dress and treating me like trash.

"If you guys don't stop this right now I'm going to put both of you on academic probation!"

I instantly dropped her on the floor. Now she's going to need a head bandage. They ushered Iyanna out to the nurse's office. I was going to beat her in the parking lot but, Mrs. Anderson called me back inside. While we were alone I decided to talk to her.

"I don't remember stitching my name in there"

"That's because you didn't. The way the stitching was done and the unconventional pattern you went with gave it away. I just wanted to see how far Iyanna would go with her lie"

"What's going to be her punishment?"

"I don't know yet, I'll have to talk with the dean of students"

"If you ask me you should exclude her from all student activities, shot her in the toe even. Shit, I'll do it"

Mrs. Anderson laughed it off. After she made sure Iyanna left she let me go. After this knock-off version of Law and Order, I have to get some rest. Or get some food. Whichever one comes first is fine by me.

"Surprise shawty"

Dominic screamed when I got outside. I swung at him but he ducked. He has some fast reflexes. I bet you if he did that to his mom she would've called everyone and said he hit her.

I remember when I did that to my mom when I was little she called my grandma and said I almost broke her arm. All I did was move her hands off my shoulder when I was mad at her.

"Boy, you almost made me Nicki Minaj you"

"No you weren't. But, as a celebration of you winning your case, you wanna go out to eat? We're going somewhere really nice"

"If I didn't know any better I would say you're trying to make me gain my freshman fifteen"

I never believed them about that until I got here. I eat out almost every day. When I was home I had home-cooked meals waiting for me. I've most likely already gained so much weight. My cute clothes still got so I'm not bothered.

"I'll take you up on that offer, I'll see you at your dorm"

He nodded his head then kissed my cheek. He has turned into one of my best friends in a matter of months.

He's someone I can say I'm truly growing to love.