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๑ <span class="mu-i">Marie-Antoinette Desire</span> ๑
<span class="mu-s">N</span>igger; lately, that's all everyone at school calls her. Not out of ill intent, at least, she knows this to heart because even his best friend (who is pretty much an angel) fell to the fad. Some idiot used Google wrong and thought that was the right word for 'black people', and then everybody tried to surprise her, to make her feel 'included' as if she wasn't already. Even right after waking up in her American-sized bed, Marie can't escape thinking about it. They were just trying to be nice to her, and yet she got very mad about that.
It can't be helped. After all, her magical powers are still going haywire.
Walking out of her room, a tall, bulky black man already dressed like a policeman asks if can a nigga get a hug, to which she obliges after scoffing a bit. The man works even weekends; he deserves at least this much.
As her mother and three sisters flock into the kitchen, as the usual lovely mess of a saturday's morning kicks in, Marie can't help but worry from the very depths of her heart. She had passed out three times already after using her power, and each time she never felt the same as before. But today is a free day, and the world is a big place, and she's widely awake.
>What to do with this rainy-ass day?
