Grooming Chandler Jones

Prologue

Not my photo, got it from Google ^^

Big brown eyes behind wiry gold frames in an otherwise pale brown face. I remember being astonished because these eyes were actually at the level of my own.

"Chandler! I told you not to open the door- oh Annette! Thank god!"

Mom pushed me into the large townhouse then gave the thin, blonde woman a massive hug. "Hey, Aileen, sorry we're late."

The blonde lady huffed out a breath, "Well you're here now. I hope Tommy doesn't mind me borrowing you two on Christmas?" She said looking at me with a wink.

"Not at all, he's with his brothers watching the game."

At the mention of the basketball game I was missing, I pouted. I love sports, always have.

"Good, good, I'll try not to keep you long. I just need some help in the kitchen and..."

I got distracted by the massive Christmas tree in the tiny living room. It was covered in all colored lights, green and purple, red, yellow, blue, there was even pink! And don't get me started on the ornaments, there were round ones and flat ones and ones that looked like tear drops.

"I made that one."

My head snapped to the couch as my hand fell to my side. I tried to keep my cheeks from warming because I wasn't in trouble, it was just the boy called Chandler.

"What?"

"I made that one," he said again hopping down. He walked over to me and tapped the poorly colored Santa. "The Santa Clause."

I raised my brows, "Santa's not black." I told him.

He looked me all over before cocking his head. "How do you know?" He asked crossing his arms.

I crossed mine too, "Everyone knows!" I said sassily.

He rolled his eyes, my jaw dropped. "That's dumb, I say Santa's black because I'm black." He states firmly.

If I wasn't in shock at first by the audacity he had to roll his eyes at me I sure as hell was in shock that he was black.

"But you look Asian." I stated bluntly.

He didn't seem phased, "Half."

"So you're half Asian and half white? That still doesn't make you black." I told him, starting to realize how dumb he actually was.

He pursed his lips. "I have no white in me." He said stamping his foot.

"But your moms white!" I said stamping mine too.

"Nah huh," he growled turning to glare at me. "Aileen's not my mom!"

"Then why do you live with her? Huh?" I asked smugly thinking I had won.

"Because my mommy and daddy didn't want me!" He shouted before shoving me.

Now at this very moment I was conflicted- a) the kid just told me his parents abandoned him but b) he just shoved me.

My anger at being shoved won over, so I punched him in the face.

Suffice to say my dad had to come pick me up early. He did, however, high five me for a well placed right hook.

And I got to watch the rest of the game.

Hi! Welcome to my story, I'm super excited because I really love it and I hope you do too. I have most of it written so I'll probably update twice a week??? I'm not sure, we'll see.
Enjoy!!!
- DC