I'm Mixed too

A Huey Freeman Love story

I do not own the boondocks

I've always loved being was like being a rare insect or unique bird. Aspeacily because I was a mix of spanish and black. Panamanian and hair was smooth and my skin was a a soft coco color.I had blue eye's and I stood tallk at a wooping 5'5 feet and only at 13.

I used to live in Brooklyn NY,until some kids started rumors. Saying I crossed the boarder got so big the cops tried to arrest me after a kids parent overheard the rumor. So my mom,my dad, and me moved to the small remote town of woodcrest.

My Name is Raven.

I carried the last back into my new where strown everywere. I didn't get a chance to sit down because Alexrena aka mom called me down stairs. Today I wore this : .com/csc_

(white sailor suit)

I walked down the front steps to see a little boy, around 11 with cornrows and a kid with a afro (Frowning might I add) around my age (13) and a pervy looking man who was staring at my mother's ass. "Raven, this is Riley, Huey and there grandfather, Robert." she smiled guestering to each of the men. I smiled "Hey." I said then spun on my heels toward my mother. "Can I read war and peace now?" I asked. Just then Huey spoke up. "I love that book." he said smiling. "Then come on I say leading him upstairs. I frowned remembering the boxes on my floor. When we got the my door I turned to him. "I caughtion my room is a mess." I say. "Don't worry.I'll help you clean up" he said walking into my we were done cleaning all my boxes where neatly stacked against a wall. I all that was there was a bed. I plopped down and pulled out the book War and Peace from my back pack. I began to flip through pages. "Do you relax your hair?" he asked me. I shake my head no. "I'm mixed. 1/2 pamamaian 1/2 african 100% me." I say. Huey's eyes grown wide. "You don't look a little light skined. Your just above my conplexion." he says. I smiled. "Many people would hate being mixed but I see it as an opertunity to explore more cultures and find my roots more." I tell Huey. Huey thinks about it a minuet and noddes. "My girlfriend's mixed. Black and only thing that says she's black is her hair and she hates it." he frowns.I twirl my hair around my finger. "I'd inbrace go India Arie style with it." I say putting down the heavy book in my lap. Just then my phone goes off in my pocket. Calabria 2007 seven rings throught the empty room. I filp open my sidekick to see a text from my ex-boyfriend.

Miss you.I Love you- *Your Boo*

I sighed."What,?" said Huey. "My ex keeps texting me.I'ma block him." I say typing a couple things then flipping the phone close and stuffing it into my pocket. "So tell me bout ya girlfriend." I say. "Her names Jasmine,her eyes are green, skin like Mariah Carey, puffy hair." He said. I nodded.I layed on my bed. "I bored." I say. Huey's eyes light up. "I know where we can go.

AT THE HILL.

Huey takes me to a large hill with a huge we get there there is a girl straiting her hair. "Hey, Jasmine, meet Raven." Jasmine stared at me in awe. "How'd you get that hair." she said running up to me. "And hellp to you too." I say. She blushed "Sorry."I Shrugged. "I don;t do nothing to it. Just head and shoulders and some Olay." I say. as she eagerly checks my hair for produces. I sit down at the base of the tree. "I guess it's because I'm mixed." her eyes glowed. "you too?" she asks. "Panamanian and black." says Huey. "Don't you just hate it?" says Jasmine. I give her the bitch-you-crazy look. "No, I love it.I'm uniqe." Jasmine frowns. "That's because you have nice silky hair." she says crossing her arms. "No, you just need to embrace your beatuy sista, inhale it." I say closing my rolls her eyes."Don't give me that, I want white hair." she says. I begin to sing. "Say, hey hey, I am not my hair, I am not this skin.I am am not you expectations, no no," I sing. Jasmine and Huey look at me. "I love that song, I am not my hair by India Arie." they still stare at me."That was fantastic." says Huey. I smile.

Then we hair loud music coming up the hill.