Changes.

Chapter three

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Still in a daze from what had just happened I bumped into Nelson and Jr.boy waiting in the line for yet, another officer to tell us where to go.

"How was your first class?" Nelson asked Jr.boy.

"Man wasn't nothing' goin' on in there but a whole bunch of white acting white. I was the only one black in there and the damn teacher wouldn't even assign me a rubric. Then told me if I wanted one I had to go to the principals office." I was then suddenly grateful that Izella had been with me in that class.

"You just be sure to stay calm Jr.boy you know how your temper can get."

"Man forget all this and I'm done talking. Hey, where's Shaylin?"

It then dawned upon me about the whole schedule situation with that child.

"Hey did ya'll get a good look at that schedule?''

''Nah not really, Nelson did you?''

"Nope but now that you mention she was kind of on the shady side with it."

I said nothing more on the matter for fear of revealing something that Shaylin didn't want revealed or needed revealed for that matter.

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I was sent to the 1700 hall for my next class, earth science, then drama, and then calligraphy, but surprisingly it was majority black in all of those classes. The only whites in there either stayed to the back to themselves or got up in request for schedule changes. After that it was time for lunch and time for me to find and confront Shaylin. I had no interest in eating in the cafeteria that day so that's where I decided to check first, but she wasn't there. I went to the courtyard to look and there was a crowd of white people. Some of them eating lunch, others throwing the football and playing around. I thought better then to go out there and began to walk to walk away,but noticed something deeper in the crowd and there she was. Shaylin was sitting in the middle of the crowd with a thousand white people, and they all having conversation and laughing and having a good time. Did the fact that she was one of us not bother them? Or better yet, was she hiding behind her pale yellow skin pretending to be something she's not? I didn't know but I planned to get to the bottom of it. Had she been avoiding us all day? Was the kiss she blew to us before leaving in the hallway a real goodbye kiss? Goodbye to what? Black people? The black side of her culture? Was she using this as an opportunity to pass as a white woman in society? I mean she could do it. Shaylin was tall and skinny, no more than a size three, she had dark green eyes, with light brown hair but her skin fair. Almost fair enough to be compared to the white sand beaches they have in all those exotic places people bring pictures of from vacation of. But why would she do this? How could she do this? Did I even want to know?

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Too frustrated to further tolerate the topic I decided to find my last class on my own. It had been a long day. If these accusations were true about Shaylin my heart would be furthermore gone for not only the loss of my mother, but my best friend too. I was just ready to get home and talk to Bill about how everything that was going wrong. Too bad I didn't have the heart. I only wish I could tell him about the one thing that in some way went right. If my brother ever found out that a white man had touched me it would be the end of their life, which would ultimately mean the end of his. I finally found room 1912 and pushed open the door. It was a gym, I pulled out my schedule to see the class and great it was P.E.