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Women all over the world want to be like Destini - the beautiful, sexy heroine is intelligent, witty, strong, feminine, and caring. Amidst the evil challenges she faces, and her life in danger without her knowledge, she comes forth triumphant . .or does she? What's more, her best friend conspired against her.
Stephan, the sharp, handsome heartthrob, the sort of young man women long for, is courageous and passionate. He is assailed by obstacles on all sides, and confronts them directly.
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Not long after the incident on the school bus, Destini and Yasmin walked into class one day, and one of the young men called out to Yasmin.
“Hey Trinidadian goddess, the fairest of them all, will you marry me?” Yasmin waived her hand and blushed as she seated herself.
Then one of the girls called out to Destini as she placed her long single braids behind her ears, “And heee-------re comes black spook, aaaaaaah,” she screamed. The class roared with laughter. Then Tasha, who wore too much make-up on her brown skin, put her two cents in.
“I’d hate to see her in the middle of the night,” she screeched, “would scare me half to death.” The students laughed again.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head Tasha,” one of the dark skin boys said, “you’ll never see her in the night,” he then suddenly blurted out, “TOO BLACK!”
At that remark the class again roared with laughter, except for some students who did not think it was funny. They folded their hands and had a written disapproval all over their faces. Most of the white students misunderstood the reason for teasing her. They reasoned to each other that the students teasing had similar skin color. Destini pretended she didn’t hear anything. Stephan Barronton got up and addressed the class; his English accent rang through the room.
“That was not funny. All of you stop it now. How would you like someone to make fun of you?” Some of the students were still laughing. “And all of you have the nerve . . . . . Some of the class started to jeer and make noise. “Oh –, shut up,” someone said, “we’re just having some fun. He always has something dumb to say.” Stephan looked intently at him as if to say, make me shut up. The boy lowered his head and looked away. While the noise was beginning to calm down, the teacher Ms. Anderson, a short, cocoa-skinned, full breasted woman, walked in to the room. She had heard the laughter and taunts. She raised her voice in a grand, melodious tone and with articulate pronunciation exclaimed.