Jane's POV
I pushed my wise guy of a boyfriend off of me and adjusted my bra strap. He looked at me mighty sadly and scooted over so I could have a space on this small couch of his. His name was Richard Davis and he claimed he was in love with me. But all we ever did when I came over was smooch, we never had long, romantic talks like my friends said they had. I grunted sitting up, leaving my legs hanging off of his.
"Somethin' wrong?" he asked me.
I nodded and flipped my curled hair, "I'm guessing because whenever I'm over we just kiss an' kiss. Howcome we never talkin'?"
He looked baffled at my statment. "I thought you was likin' my lovin'." he proclaimed, grinning and leaning in closer to me and kissing me on my neck.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him off of me again. Damn, this boy was killing me right now. He just couldn't resist, could he?
"It was fine, I suppose, in the beginnin' but now it's just old! I wanna real love, someone who always has my back and likes talkin' to me. I don't want someone who's just wanting me for my body." I stated, looking at him deeply.
"But your body is pretty banging. An' I do like you! You's real funny and purtty." he said, leaning in once again. His lips met mines but I didn't feel anything anymore, just another set of lips upon mine. Nothing more nothing less. I pushed him away from me again but this time I stood up and starting grabbing my shoes and jacket.
"I'm more than jus' purtty! And 'till you realize that I ain't being with you no more!" I screamed, slipping my white Mary Janes on.
"Aww, nah, you can't jus' be leavin' me! I loves you!" Richard exclaimed, getting up and walking towards me. Ugh, just looking at him disgusted me now. Ever since I saw the lipstick stain on his white blouse the other day, he disgusted me.
I finished putting on my jacket and glared at Richard, "If you'd ever loved me, you'd have never cheated and you'd call me more than purtty. Bye bye, Richard!" I yelled as I opened the door to his room and walked out of it, slamming it shut. Richard's house was awfuly small and he only had two rooms in it. One for his parents and one for him and his sisters, which he had 3 of and who were in school right now. Me and Richard had decided on skipping school today, and it was a bad choice.
I should've known all he was gone want from me was sex. I sighed and walked out of his front door onto his porch, slamming the door again. When Richard didn't even chase after me, I knew he hadn't really never loved me, and I'd made the right choice walking out on his stupid ass! I really needed to stop letting boys into my life that didn't give a two cents about me.
My name is Jane Wright and I'm 15 years old. I live in Albany, Georgia and the year is 1940. Life is tough when you have a white mother and a black father, but hey who's complaining? They sure made one fine baby!
I'm a freshman at Lincoln Junior High School and I am quite popular although I only have 2 best friends. Margret Davis and Janice Smith, they are both African American and I love them to death! We've all been best friends since kindergarden and I wouldn't trade em' for the world! I should probably head to Janice's right now, I mean it was on the way home anyways. I spit on Richard's porch then hopped off of it. Oh well! Straightening out my light blue dress with white polka dots, I headed towards Janice's, hoping Richard would slip on my spit and break something. He deserved it, cheating bastard.
In Albany, people were trying to stop racisim all together by doing things like: mixing blacks and whites in classes, doing mixer parties, and having our neighborhoods closer together. It wasn't a bad idea because I hated racisim but I had to admit, it wasn't really working. Whites sticked with whites and blacks sticked with blacks. Where does that leave me, you ask? Well, I usually stick with blacks because I can relate to them more. I continued down the long road that led to Janice's house. My white Mary Janes were getting slightly darker and scuffed and I frowned because I had just got them and I loved em'. I quickly slid them off and hung them on my fingers. I flipped my shoulder length, curled hair away from my face and starting skipping a bit.
I was so happy I got Richard away from me, he was dumb. I skipped a little bit more until my eyes landed on some white boy walking in a black neighborhood! Was he really that stupid? I stopped skipping and just stared at him, my mouth wide, as if this was a joke. But he kept walking, looking down at his feet. I observed him. He had on faded blue jeans and a black leather jacket. His shoes were old, black Converse. Suddenly, his head snapped up and he locked eyes with me. I jumped back at how fast he did it and tried to start walking away, but it was to late.
"Hey, can I help you with somethin'?" he asked me, sounding irritated.
I shifted my weight and brought my free hand to my elbow, frowning. I didn't like his tone of voice.
"Wells, I was jus' gon say you look mighty loony walking 'round over here." I stated, looking around to see if anyone was watching us. If anybody saw us talking they'd surely think this boy was mistreating me and come out with guns and knives. I've seen it happen before. These white boys ain't got no respect for a black girl.
"You callin' me loony when yous wearin' your shoes on your fingers 'stead of on your feet." he noted, looking slightly amused at me. For once, I actually saw this boys face. He had the deepest shade of blue eyes I'd bet you'd ever seen and blond hair styled to perfection. I would classify him as a normal white boy, but something made him appeal to me a tad bit more. Maybe it was the way not a single piece of his blond hair was sticking up or maybe it was the blueness of his eyes, you could drown just looking at them. Or maybe how lean and tall his body was, not to skinny or not to fat. I also caught him rakin' my body down. None of the boys could resist.
"Thas none of your buisness! Now I was jus' telling you to watch out, folks 'round here tend to be dumb." I muttered, flipping my hair again.
"Don' worry 'bout me, I ain't no racist I can fend for myself just fine, now you gon have a good day." he finished, winking and walking away, his head down again. Now this boy was just plain silly! He was gonna walk around in a black neighborhood with his head down! He was asking to be killt. I found myself smiling for no reason at all and looked at the boy finish walking up the road. He was fairly tall and muscular built, just how I liked 'em. I snapped all them naughty visions out of my head however, I ain't never dated a white boy and never will! It just wasn't heard of.
The boy turned on his heels, trying to see if I was still looking at him. I blushed and snapped my head around. Why was I blushing? I didn't like him, even if he claimed he wasn't a racist. I starting head back towards Janice's house but I blushed even further when I felt his eyes on me and when I turned back around, he was indeed looking at me.
Robert's POV
I laid on my bed as the sound of dishes breaking and people screaming, jumped me out of my sleep. I stared at the ceiling fan, already knowing the scene downstairs. My dad came home drunk every Friday and caused mayhem through the house. Every Friday my mom would continue trying to stop him, which would only result in her getting beat. I sighed, sitting up in my bed and rubbin' my temples.
My name is Robert Clark and I live in Albany, Georgia 1940. I'm 16 years old and people say I have a great life. Well, I guess I do from the outside but if you'd walk a mile in my shoes, you'd learn how hard it is to be me. Sure, I got a car and sure I have the 'hottest' gal in school. And I'm the captian of the wrestling team but don't you ever feel like you want more? Wells, I do. My girlfriend is Louis Jones and we've been dating about a few weeks but I didn't really feel nothing for her. No sparks, nothing, just a person for me to show off when we went out.
All my friends said we make the perfect couple, but I highly disagree, I see Louis as a friend and nothing more. I'm a sophmore at JFK Junior High School and while being popular has it's goods it also has it's bads. Such as, I don't really I have no real friends, they all like to use me. I'm white, but not racist. I think all races are beautiful. You shouldn't judge people by their skin color. I'm about 5'11 and I'm pretty ripped from Wrestling. Girls can't get enough of me, but even they are starting to bore me. I have straight blond hair and deep blue eyes that girls say are, 'mighty fine'. But I don't know why, theys just eyes!
Sighing, I slipped on a white shirt to go with my faded blue jeans and black leather jacket. Yes, I wore my jeans to sleep. Got a problem? I combed through my messy blond hair and styled it perfectly, I hate when my hair was messy. I put on my black Converse and headed downstairs. Whenever my dad did this I usually went on a walk, I hated him when he was like this.
I stopped on the stairs because all the noise had stopped. Had they heard me? I peeked down to see my dad passed out on the floor with my mom holding a frying pan. Oh well, he needed a frying pan to head once in a while. I laughed as I stepped into the kitchen and my moms eyes went even wider.
"He was out of control- I- I." My ma, dropped the frying pan and went to my dads side.
"Ma, I knows what he was doing. You did the right thing, he'd a prolly had the whole house to shreds by now." I noted, patting her shoulder.
"Okay, fine." she muttered, holding dad in her arms.
I nodded and stepped out onto my front porch. It was August and although this Georgia air was warm it also had a chilly side. I didn't like how blacks and whites were seperated, even with how we live. I mean, shouldn't we all be able to live as one? Ugh, that made me mighty upset. I walked down my porch, kicking rocks as I did so and starting walking towards the black neighborhood. Ah, what the hell could happen? I prolly had to walk about 10 minutes until I was in the street that seperated our neighborhoods.
I then finally decided to do some deep thinking, I hung my head low and put my hands in my jacket pocket. All sorts of things ran through my clouded mind such as: wrestling, my father, my love life. They were all pretty shaky right now. I didn't know if I could handle all three on my own. I was about start thinking about Louis when I saw something from the corner of my eye. It looked like a girl skipping so I ignored it, but when it stopped and just stared at me, I got irritated. I kept walking a few steps, hoping the girl would loose interest but she didn't. That's when I got mad.
"Hey, can I help you with somethin'?" I asked, snapping my head up to meet the strangers eyes. She jumped back and I instantly recgonized her. Her name was Jane Wright and she was a freshman at my school. Word around is she the prettiest negro in the whole school. Looking at her now, I had to agree. She was light skinned with pretty, curly hair that reached her shoulders. Her adorable blue and white polka dot dressed, hugged her sexy body in all the right ways. She also had the prettiest hazel eyes I'd ever seen.
She looked at me confused, "Wells, I was jus' gon say you look mighty loony walking 'round over here." Jane stated, parting her lips slightly. Wow, she really was pretty, I discovered.
I looked at Janes hands which held a pair of white Mary Janes, I knew this because Louis had went on and on about getting a red pair the other day. She was really calling me loony when she wasn't even wearing her shoes correctly and she was skipping. Jane Wright had guts.
"You callin' me loony when yous wearin' your shoes on your fingers 'stead of on your feet." I joked, this just amused me.
I smiled and looked down at her body, once more, I see why boys couldn't resist she had a mighty fine body. Louis would never have those curves, even if she begged and tried.
"Thas none of your buisness! Now I was jus' telling you to watch out, folks 'round here tend to be dumb."she muttered, flipping her hair again.
Aw, now thas just cute! She's trynna watch out for me? I wanted to burst out laughing and say 'Do you know who I am?' but she prolly wouldn't. Black girls didn't usually pay attention to the white boys. I was the captian of the wrestling team, damn it! If anyone felt like attacking me, they'd better get ready to have their booty's kicked.
"Don' worry 'bout me, I ain't no racist I can fend for myself just fine, now you gon have a good day." I explained, smiling at her once more and winkin'. I then walked away and went into deep thought again. But I had to just sneak one last glance at Jane Wright so I did. She was walkin' away, hips swinging in every which way and she looked mighty fine. I' m guessing she felt my eyes on her because she turned around and looked at me.
I smiled at her nervously and turned back around, when she looked at me I felt my stomach get all silly. You know that feeling when you glance at your crush and they look back at you. Yeah, tha' one. But why would I have a crush on Miss Jane Wright when I already had a girlfriend?
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