My name is Johari. I'm 16 years old. I like to wear red and black. I am a member of Pur Azuré, a singing and dancing group. The only person of color in the group. Only for stupid DEI and Wokism.
For the Christmas vacations, I'm going back to see my family. Nothing has changed. Mom is still glued to the television. Dad's not working but he's always busy and barely speaks to me. It's as if I'm invisible. I think it's stupid. Since I'm a star, it doesn't take long for paparazzi and reporters to show up at our house. It upsets my parents. They even threaten to throw me out!
"Hey!" I had retorted. "I can't help it if everyone wants to hear gossip about Pur Azuré's Johari!"
My parents wouldn't hear of it. Thus I leave home to stay in a hotel for the rest of the holidays. I keep getting presents from my admirers.
On Christmas Day, I wake up to the sound of crying. There's a kitten and a puppy on my bed sheets! How did they get there? The hotel doesn't accept pets. Can I keep them? With Pur Azuré's spring tour, it won't be easy. I'll have to ask the rest of the group and our manager for their opinion.