Shades of Blond(e)

By Kori Odhiambo

Throughout the entirety of his life, Quentin has faced countless hardships and survived a world full of trauma and hopelessness. Things begin to change as he confronts his past. As the healing begins, it won't be easy to entertain vulnerability forever; but, desperate for clarity and peace of mind, he starts his transformation. For himself, this time. Not for anybody else. He's far from being at peace, but- at the least, he hopes his story will strike the same emotion in his readers and inspire others to pursue their own self-discovery, forgiveness, and a fulfilling future. Taking inspiration from blonde, Quentins story is unveiled.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kori Odhiambo
• Release date: Feb 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224336326

Kori Odhiambo

At the time of writing this book, Kori Mbula Odhiambo was a 16-year-old girl, looking to share a story. Kori wrote "Shades of Blonde(e) because she was inspired by Frank Ocean's album, and wanted to help other teenagers find hope and encourage them to not give up on life just yet, as there is much ahead of them. She also really wants a guitar.

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NIKES.

Chapter 1.

Amy left some clothes on a chair outside of the bathroom for me. They were a little big, but I liked my clothes that way. I went down the stairs, and I started feeling the pain of the wounds underneath my feet. I guess the high ran off.

Your feet okay, Quentin? asked Amy.

I guess she noticed.

No. They were bleeding because I didn’t have any shoes on. The tarmac really tore ‘em apart. I replied. Who’s this?

There was a man I didn’t recognize who sat next to Amy in the kitchen aisle. He looked to be about Amy’s age, maybe slightly older. His hair was unkempt, and he looked to have just woken up. He stood up, and I saw he stood tall, about six feet. Only slightly taller than my five-eleven.

Hey! I’m Dillon. Amina’s boyfriend. She was telling me about how crazy you looked when she found you. You look fine now, but I wish I saw you like that. He said.

He caught me off guard, and I smiled. He was the first person to ever treat me normally, and not treat me like I was a bomb about to explode. He held up his hand, expecting a high-five. I hit it.

Hey, Dillon. I’m Quentin. Are these your clothes? I hope you don’t mind that I’m wearing them. I found them outside the bathroom and assumed they were for me.

He looked me up and down like he’d just now noticed I was wearing clothes.

Yeah. They do seem to be mine, but I haven’t seen those in a while. You can have them. You seem to need them more than I do. He chuckled at that.

I liked Dillon. Thanks, man, I replied.

Okay! Said Amy, clapping her hands together. "Quentin, would you like something to eat? Dillon suggested I take you for a drive while you were in the