A Girl Called Red
By Jade Marie
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Jade Marie
Jade Marie is an up and coming writer who delivers an exceptional first novel in A Girl Called Red. In this highly anticipated novel, she uses her creative writing skills and broad imagination to connect with her readers mentally and emotionally. She currently resides in Benton Harbor, Michigan, along with her son and is hard at work on her next novel.
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A Girl Called Red - Jade Marie
CHAPTER ONE
UGLY DUCKLING
Five months prior to my incident, my reflection stared disturbingly back at me from the opposite side of the mirror, watching as I struggled to pull my hair up into a ponytail. Finally,
I said to myself while snapping a couple of clips into my hair to help secure the naps.
Trinity, hurry up in there!
SJ yelled while banging on the other side of the door.
Hold your horses!
I yelled back. Having lost track of time, I hadn’t realized that I had been locked in the bathroom, which I shared with my siblings, for nearly an hour. Ignoring my brother’s request to use the bathroom, I continued to examine myself in front of the long mirror that hung behind the bathroom door.
There I stood at five foot three with a skin complexion so pale that everyone confused me as being a young Caucasian woman. That is, until they laid eyes on my large nostrils and red bushy hair. You see, when I was born, my father gave me the nickname of Red because of my ginger-colored hair. But my birth name is Trinity Haynes.
Despite my petite frame and pearly white teeth, I would often stop smiling whenever someone stared at me for longer than usual because of my bad skin. It seemed as though when one pimple disappeared, five would reappear out of nowhere. There wasn’t any Proactiv or any other deep-cleansing products that could prevent my embarrassing breakouts. My dermatologist had informed my parents and me years prior that the breakouts were caused by an imbalance within my hormones and that they would eventually balance themselves out later on during my life. It just didn’t seem fair that I had been cursed with the bad hair and skin, along with all of the other unappealing traits, while my siblings on the other hand were lucky enough to inherit all of the gorgeous ones. Unfortunately for myself, no matter how many times I blinked in front of the mirror, wishing to switch bodies with my older sister, Raven, it was official that I remained an ugly duckling.
Raven was the eldest of my parents’ children and unlike me, she was very stunning. Everywhere we went, people complimented her on her beauty and fashion. She stood at five seven with a beautiful, caramel complexion that complemented her gray eyes. Quite the opposite of mine, she had the type of nose that many paid to have, small and pointed. Along with the dark and soft textured hair, that hung down to the middle of her back. Being the social butterfly that she was, she was chosen to be the captain of our high school, cheerleading squad. During her free time when she wasn’t cheering or gossiping on the phone with her friends, she would spend the remainder of her time with her boyfriend named, Seth Rogers. I often resented their relationship because it left me with no one to talk to other than my cousin named, Michelle.
Last but not least was my kid brother, SJ, who was named after our father, Steven. Not only was he named after our father, he was also a spitting image of him, with his caramel complexion and curly, black hair. My brother’s athletic frame stood at five eight, which often gave him and his teammates the upper advantage in every sport that they played in at his junior high school. Similar to my sister’s social life, he too was very popular around his school for his charming looks and athletic skills. In which both qualities often led to him being chastised by our mother, whenever she got word about a love letter that had been intercepted by one of his school teachers.
CHAPTER TWO
GUESS WHO
It was a cold and gloomy day in Savannah, Georgia, when my family and I all gathered around the dinner table to listen as my Uncle Hank blessed the food that had been prepared for our Thanksgiving dinner. After grace was said, it was traditional for my family and I to go around the room and share with everyone what we were thankful for. While some shared how they were thankful for their careers, finances, and great health, I always shared how thankful I was to be surrounded by such a loving family, despite of my grandparents’ absence. I believe that my family and I would have been more concerned if my mother’s parents had actually shown up to our family dinner, on the count of my grandfather disowning my mother after he discovered that she had been knocked up by a black man.
My grandfather’s name was Ray Earl Jennings. He was born and raised in the suburbs outside of Vidalia, Georgia, where he had a reputation around town for being a former member of the Ku Klux Klan. Although my siblings and I had never met him in person, we often overheard some of the horrible stories that our mother shared with our father behind closed doors.
Despite of her husband’s wishes, my Grandmother Martha Jennings, however, secretly kept in touch with my mother through my Uncle Hank and Aunt Karla. She made it her personal business to make an appearance at my parents’ wedding and also at the hospital for all three births of her grandchildren. I guess the saying a mother’s love is unconditional was really true because regardless of what color her son-in-law and grandchildren’s skin were, she was there to support my mother when it mattered the most.
Other than those few times, the only time we ever heard from my grandmother was when she sent out her yearly holiday cards that sometimes contained money for my siblings and me. As much as we wanted to show our appreciation for the cards and money, we were told to never reply to any of the letters because it would’ve been just her luck if our grandfather had decided to check the mailbox and recognized any of our names on the envelope.
Let’s eat!
my Grandfather Curtis yelled out after carving the turkey. We then took turns digging into the turkey, pasta salads, macaroni and cheese, dressing, yams, greens, and glazed ham that covered our dining room