Bailey Bass Ethnicity Novels & Stories

He heard the door opened but since he know it was just Bailey, he just pretended he didn't heard them. “Move your butt out, Ethan. I have here my best pal, so be professional.” Bailey and Serene sat on the opposite sofa, while Ethan sat properly putting aside the comic manga. Ethan was a tall and thin guy. Like Serene he has his glasses before his eyes. He was two years older than Bailey, and he just know Bailey through her girlfriend, Allison.

Maybe I too had a dark part; it might be hidden and buried, but it was still there, and Bailey always did a very good job in bringing that part out. She tried to look unfazed by my threat but I could sense her uncertainty. 'Would she do it?' I could read the question off her eyes; she might be an elder, but right now she was nothing but a person injured and helpless. Bailey wasn't exactly a good person; she had a history; just like the other elders, they had all come together to administer brutal punishments on offenders, most times said ‘offenders’ were just those against their rule ; the fact that she had betrayed her clan didn't change who she was.

There's pictures of Rae swinging on an old tire swing with a popsicle grin, her hair brown in the picture. "Ah yes, that is when my Rae still acted like a lady," Bailey tells me over my shoulder. Bailey is dressed in a nice black dress with fake flowers in her hair, a far cry from her yoga clothes the other night. I frown, looking at Rae talking to her sister by the table. "She seems all woman to me," I inform her, eyeing Rae. Bailey's eyes flash with surprise before masking into admiration. "Well aren't you sweet." She swats my shoulder with a rag she had over her shoulder.

I met Ailee first, we're very close, I can say that I'm closer to her than the others. Back in primary people used to call us aliens, because we were mixed-raced. Ailee is Asian-American, Luke is South African, Annabelle is Namibian. Jaden and I, you could call us Afro-American because our parents honored us with an uncommon combination but I prefer Angolan-American, I know it sounds different, weird. We spent most of our time together. There were also times were Annabelle would go on about marrying my twin, Jaden hated it so much that he even cried once because she wouldn't leave him alone.

“I’m from Colorado, and I’m eighteen.” Juno grinned. “Nice! I’m twenty-one, and if you haven't guessed yet, I'm from England. Kent, to be specific," she explained, smiling brightly. She went on to give me a little more info on the group dynamics, "So, Ben and Gizmo are together. I think he went to school with Ryder. Cal is in the band, he’s our guitarist and vocalist, I’m the bassist, and Bailey…” She trailed off, giving me a knowing look. “Well, my mum always told me if you don't have anything nice to say... You'll learn all you need to know about her in no time, I'm sure."

If he did nothing else, for three days he could enjoy himself people watching. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of green that jogged a memory. Bailey had loved that shade, a good color for her with her rich auburn hair and creamy complexion. Every time he spotted a woman wearing it, his breath caught, as he wondered if it was her.

I ask her as I being to bawl out crying, the salty tears now soaking my dress. - "Hanna, I know that you're extremely upset but please let me remove your makeup" Bailey pleads from the left side of my bed Bailey wants to be a dermatologist when she grows up so whenever someone isn't taking care of their skin she gets extremely irritated. I agree to let her remove my makeup so that I do not have to listen to her complain about it for an hour. "Do you want some ice cream?" Faith asks me as she continues to gently stroke my blonde hair