Prologue:
I guess it all started with Michael's party on Friday. Why else would I be feeling all this guilt bottled up inside me?! I technically didn't do anything wrong… Oh damn, there goes that little pinch in my chest that says I'm lying. To be politically correct as Michelle says, it was Michael's, Carlos's and Michelle's party that just happened to take place at Michael's house. Anyway, all I did was lie a little bit and say that I wouldn't wear my bikini. I know, wow, big deal! A bikini! But my parents are all about chastity and I'll tell you more about that just now. First of all let me say that I'm no dog. I've had my share of wolf whistles and comments about a future in modeling. I've got that almond/pecan skin which goes with everything. I'm pretty toned, with a four pack at times and a slim figure. Dark brown curly hair and an exotic face. But no boyfriends… Amazing isn't it. And that's where it all began. The start of high school in Zambia. Now you must be thinking, a self-centered babe in high school in the middle of Africa, not much happening there. Well you my friend are about to be proven wrong.
Sure, Zambia is just another country in Africa. Very hot, pretty boring. But I love it anyway! I've lived here all my life. Not in Lusaka, the capital, my whole life but that's not important. This city and school is my last stop since I have entered a crucial phase of my life where everything counts towards university! Not my words by the way. And everyone wonders why high school students get stressed after they've been given a speech about how you can't screw this up or else your future is completely thrown away! No pressure right! Even in Zambia, I got a little taste of drama. How on earth was I supposed to know that this year, that party, would cause me to reconsider all that is stable in my life. To question absolute truths that used to be engraved in stone. And I mean, come on, was it really my fault? By the way, my name is Ashley.