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The Day and the Life of Nancy Rawls
Chapter one: The chapter of my new life
It was a hot summer day on Saturday, June 5th, 1965. My name is Nancy Rawls. I am a fourteen going on fifteen year old African American girl. I was born in Oklahoma City, thats in Oklahoma. Its not too far from here. Only an hour and fourtysix minutes. I lived right near Myriad Botanical Gardens on W Reno Ave. There was not that many white kids in the area. In fact, the school that I went to was a whole black school. It was called Millwood Middle School. You probably only had maybe two white kids once every class. To me, it was the best! I had the best friends and teachers I could have ever wished for! But now my parents moved me out of my hometown because of my grandmas illness.
We call her Nana Catherine. I really don't know why we do but we have called her that way since I was a little girl. She has a lot of urinary disorders and plenty other things so we just want to keep an eye on her.I feel sad but sometimes I wish that she never had the disease. If she wasnt that ill, we would have never moved.
I just can't believe that my whole seven years there were finally gone! My parents told me that we could visit my friends and teachers again but I don't know if they are really telling me the truth.
I looked out of the window and I saw the beautiful green trees shining their leafs leaving a bright green from the sun. I always liked looking at the trees when they are bright. I dunno, it just made me feel happy. All of a sudden, the train stops and the train sand there was a buzzing noise. There came the accouncer on the speaker saying, "You have arived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. You have now arived in Tulsa, Oklahoma." I guess that meant we were finally at our location and we needed to get off.
My mother named Beverly sat up and said, "Come on everyone, lets go." She picked my little sister named Deborah who is only three and my brother on the other hand named Brian. If you leave those two alone in a room, they will wreck the place. They are full of mischeif.
Deborah is only three years old. She has dark skin and her hair is put up in braided pig tails like mine. She had on a navy blue dress and she had a candy bar in her mouth. It was funny because then there was chocolate covering her whole mouth, how cute!
On my mothers other hand was Brian. He is a trouble maker but he loves to draw and color. He is only 5 and he is also very active.
My young sister who is four years younger than me was walking behind me. Her name is Janet. I am the oldest out of the family and Janet is only 10 years old. I love her to death. I love my other brother and sister aswell but I get along better with her more. Thats probably because shes older than them and more easy to interact with.
My father who is named Harold, was walking behind me carrying some heavy luggage. He told me to walk faster. He hates being patient. When he wants something to be done, he wants it done. He hates to wait so I usually follow my fathers rules when he asks me to do stuff. He is a tough dad but he has a kind heart at sometimes.
On the other hand, my mother is very sweet and kind. She probably got that kindness from Nana Catherine. Thats what she always used to say.
As I was walking to get out of the train station, there was loads of people everywhere. Most of them were white but I really didn't care. A lot of my old friends at my school were okay with white or anyother kind of people. I am not like my father who is kind of edgy about the whole becoming friends with white and black people. But then if he didnt want us to be around whites, I wonder why he moved us here?
I got a lot of stares from the whites while walking down to get to the stairs. They gave me dirty looks. One old man was even shouting something to us but I couldnt hear because there was lots of noises going on the place. My dad just told me to get over it so we could just get out of it. I could tell he was tired. Thats probably why he didnt feel like fighting.
We got out of the place and my mother dialed a taxi to come pick us up. I was curious on what my new home would look like since nobody told me about it. I guess my mom and dad know about it. We waited til the taxi came to us. We had to wait inside because it was just way too hot to get out.
The taxi pulled over. He was white. He eyed us in a weird way but said, "Where do you want to go?" He had a weird voice.
"Take us to 731 St. Louis Ave?"
"Alright, get in."
We all got into the taxi and the man was eyeing us carefully. I don't know why. We weren't going to do anything to them. I just got more and more suspicious on why they were eyeing us so weirdly.
I looked out of the window once again and we were on 1345 E. Independence St., and we were one minute away from the house. The neighborhood didnt look too nice. They were old and disgusting looking. There was beat up cars and some weird looking people with greasy hair and leather jackets and torn up shoes. What kind of place was this? I wondered. I guess I would find out sooner enough. I sighed and we got out of the car.
"Thank you! Here's your tip!" My mom said.
"Thanks!" The man yelled because there was a car that was speeding down and it looked like one of those blue mustangs. They looked weird. Those are not the type of guys that I have seen around. I looked around when I got out of the car and some kids next door to me were looking at me. One stepped out from the poorch to get a better look then walked back onto the porch. The slim figure walked infront of us and said, "Are you guys our new neighbors?"
I said with a smile, "Yes. My names Nancy Rawls! Whats your name?"
"Hi Nancy, my name is Sodapop Curtis. Nice to meet you."
He seemed really nice and kind of handsome too. He had the friendliest smile and his face was so handsome like some greek god. I never felt that way for any boy out of my race before.
"So this is my mom named Beverly. You can just call her Mrs. Rawls and same with my dad but his name is Harold." I grabbed them both by the arms and while she was doing that, her fathers hand slipped and dropped his luggage.
"Aw, look what you did, Nancy!" He said frustrated.
"Sorry, dad! Let me help you!"
He waved his hand off, "It's fine." He said but then continued, "Keep on introducing him to the rest of the family."
"Okay." I said.
Soda had again that nice warm smile of his but then turned to a bigger one when he saw two little kids come near him. "Hey!" He said picking one up.
"I guess this is your brother and sister?"
"Yes. The one you are carrying, his name is Brian. He's five years old."
"Hey, Brian! Hows it going? Like your new home?"
Brian let out a giggle and then Deborah said, "Me! Me! Carry me!"
Soda let out a little giggle and said, "Alrighty then! So you must be..." He stopped. "Whats her name?"
"Deborah." I smiled.
"Oh, Deborah! What a nice name! Hey there!"
After a couple of minutes of them both playing, the sun started setting down and it was time they started unloading things up.
"It was nice talking to you, Soda!" I said.
By the time she said that he was far away from her but could hear her he said, "No problem! We have more of us in the house! I will let you see them tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay!" I waved back and I got out a box from the car.
"Maybe this wasn't so bad after all..." I thought.
-Okay I really hoped you guys liked this one! Please read and review this chapter and my other story as well called The Users and The Young if you can! Next chapter will be out soon!
