I probably shouldn't be starting a new story seeing as though I have yet to update my other Boondocks stories...but I'm really ambitious. Besides I have most of it written. I just have to make sure it's perfect. Lol. This is basically just the intro and the first chapter. My take on fairytales. Kind of slow, but it'll pick up in the next chapter. Minor language. Rated M for a reason.

Hi. Jazmine Dubois here. I'm here to tell you about the time I spent in Oldstone, Illinois. It's a weird town, with all sorts of strange and interesting things. It's pretty rural. Only about 3,500 live here, so yeah you can say it is pretty small. I'm 19 years old and I've never had a boyfriend and never had a friend. I'm not bothered though. I'm happy. Friends will come. I often spend my time in the fields, when the sun is at it's highest and the flowers are beautiful, bright and shining. Yeah. I'm a really joyful person. My aunt says that I'm annoying and that's why I have no friends. She is a very mean woman. She basically hates me, but even though she is cruel to me I don't hate her. In fact, I feel sorry for her, for she will never know what love and companionship, and kindness feels like. But one day I know I will find true friends and what my role is in this big world and my life will never be the same.

Jazmine Dubois was currently running around in a bright, little field filled with orange, pink and yellow flowers that Jazmine didn't know the names of, but nevertheless smelled and picked often. She stopped her running around, when she saw a bird trying to fly away.

"Aww. Hey little bird. Are your feathers stuck?" Jazmine reached back and pulled its feathers back.

After the bird flew away and she waved to it, she turned around and saw two tall figures coming towards her.

'Oh no.' Jazmine said to herself.

Randy and Danny were brothers, who often harassed Jazmine everytime they saw her. They were sons of the mayor, and basically could get away with whatever they wanted, so Jazmine tried to avoid them at all costs. Of course this being a predominatly white town that was backwards in its thinking, no one would care what they did to a little mixed girl, so she tried to steer clear of their path all together. Jazmine started to walk away, but the older one, Randy, caught up to her and grabbed her arm.

"Where you going, Jazmine, or as I like to call you peaches." Jazmine never knew why they called her peaches...and she really didn't want to either.

"Go away, Randy!"

"Hey! Don't talk to my brother like that girl. We just want to know what's up with that sweet pussy. Come on we won't tell anyone."

"Leave. Me. Alone!" Jazmine started walking forward towards her house. She could see her aunt in the front of the house, on her knees tending to her flowers. She all of a sudden looked up and saw Jazmine with the two boys standing behind her. She frowned in disapproval.

"Jazmine! Girl, bring your ugly ass on in here!"

"See you later, sweet cheeks."

"Damn. She got a body like one of those black girls."

"Yup. Small waist. Round ass. I can't wait to get into that." They high-fived each other. Jazmine cringed on the inside. Those jerks made her feel so uncomfortable. She really didn't like them. She had a feeling they weren't just teenage perverts and her aunt must have felt the same way.

"What the hell were you doing messing with those boys, didn't I tell you to stay away from them! Fast ass hooker."

"Auntie! I wasn't messing with them. They kept following me. I was trying to get away. They make me so uncomfortable. I I-I just want them to leave me alone!"

Her aunt looked at her for a few seconds, then looked back down at her flowers.

"Um hmm. Go get dinner ready!"

"Okay." Jazmine said meekly with her head down.

Jazmine went into the kitchen and washed her hands. She looked out the window at the dimming light and wondered what life was like outside of here. She wanted to go to big places like New York, Chicago, California, Atlanta, and all the big places that she hears about. As much as she loved the field, she didn't want to die there. She wanted to see the world. She just needed opportunity. With the slam of the door snapping her out of her daydream, she began to take out pots and food in preparation for her aunt to cook. Judging by her aunt's words, you'd think she wanted Jazmine to cook. Jazmine's aunt was a very paranoid woman. She wanted Jazmine to take out pots and pans and unopened food products so she could cook. She didn't trust Jazmine's cooking, because she felt she had given her reason to poison her and her husband Paul, who was currently standing in the doorway, looking at Jazmine in an appetizing type of way. Are all men perverts? Maybe it's just the ones in this small, incest-filled town.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted. He came up to Jazmine and hugged her tight. He put both his hands on her butt and palmed it. Jazmine went stiff and felt uncomfortable. Just then her aunt walked in.

"Paul? Baby I didn't even see you come in."

"Hey, Dell. I just walked in. Said hi, to Jazz here."

Her aunt hugged her husband and looked over his shoulder and gave Jazmine the most evil look she could muster. Jazmine ran to her room way in the back of the house. She wanted badly to leave this place. But she had nowhere to go. She had no knowledge of the outside world. So, until then she'll keep running in the fields and smelling the flowers. When Jazmine woke up it was extremely dark outside. She must have slept through dinner. She sat up in her bed and looked at the stars that were out tonight.

"Wow. I can see you so clearly, tonight? It must be a special night." Jazmine looked down when she heard her stomach growling. She giggled and got up to walk to the kitchen.

Sitting at the table was Paul. Jazmine ignored him and went to the fridge to get out the food that Dell had cooked.

"Hey, lil girl? How old are you?"

Jazmine didn't want to tell him, so she kept quiet.

"I asked you a question, bitch!"

"19." She had been living here all her life and he still didn't know how old she was?

"19? Really? Oh. We can have some fun."

Dell came running into the kitchen.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Jazmine here was just getting her some food."

"I'm not that hungry anymore."

"Eat your food!"

"No!" Jazmine was shocked at her own outburst. She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth.

"You little bitch!"

He walked over and slapped her, while Dell just stood there looking. Jazmine had fallen to the floor and Paul stood over her, with his hand raised for more.

Her slapped her a couple of more times. Jazmine was crying silent tears that she was used to. More tears would only make her get hit more.

"Paul, stop," Dell said with no emotion in her voice, " I have to send her to Mr. Hemto to get our...stuff." Paul got off of Jazmine and made her stand up. Dell handed her several bills of twenties.

"Go get our stuff. When Mr. Hemto asks what kind tell him the usual. Okay."

"But b-but Dell. It's dark and cold out there."

"Do I look like I care! Bring you a jacket, child all I care about is our stuff that you have to bring back. Go."

Jazmine knew that if she didn't go they would probably take turns beating her. They 've never beaten her before just a few light punches here and there but she put nothing past them. Walking in the dark like this scared the crap out of her. There were so many trees and woods. Some of these streets had dimly lit lamps. Times like these Jazmine wished she knew her parents. She wonder who they were, what they were like and where they were. She wondered what she was. Black. White. What? Her Aunt was black so at least one of her parents had to be black, but with my green eyes and red hair I sure wasn't 100% black. Maybe that's why Dell hates me...because I'm different. I'm not black or white. I'm both. A mixed breed. A mutt is what Randy and Danny call me. I wonder if there are nice people out in the world.

20 minutes later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thanks, Mr. Hemto."

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Oh it's so cold out there. Do you wanna come in and get some hot chocolate or some tea and warm up a little. That light jacket isn't going to do you any justice, child."

"Thanks, Mr. Hemto but I don't wanna take long so I best be heading back."

"Okay. Hurry home. A girl like you shouldn't be out here this late at night in the cold."

"A girl like me?" Jazmine said naively.

"Well you're a pretty girl and you're pretty small, so someone might want to, you know, take advantage of you. Just be careful. I don't know why that woman couldn't send her damn husband instead of this young girl... I just..." He mumbled the last part and closed the door.

Jazmine tried to hurry home as soon as possible. She walked double the pace she did last time, with her arms wrapped around her, shivering from the cold. Just then she heard a voice.

"Hey."

"Peaches." She froze at that. Randy and Danny.

"Hey, girl. I'll warm you up. I'll warm you up good."

"Yeah. My dick will do aaall the work."

"Come here, girl."

Danny grabbed her arm.

"Let me go!" They were clearly drunk. Randy was carrying a brown liquor bottle.

"Come here, baby." Randy rubbed himself on her. "You so soft."

Danny licked the side of her face. Jazmine shivered. Randy pushed Danny back all of a sudden and ripped Jazmine's shirt.

"I been waiting for this for a while." He reached for his belt buckle.

"Well you're gonna be waiting forever now." When Jazmine turned around she thought that she was hallucinating. She thought they had had their way with her and knocked her out and left her unconscious. Because there was no way a black knight sitting up top a horse was standing behind them about to save Jazmine. This isn't the 15th century? It's 2012. There are cars, and bikes and scooters. Horses, though?

"Ha! Randy. Look at this faggot on a horse, dressed as a knight. What are you gonna do faggot?"

They both laughed. The knight took a sword and sliced off Randy's finger. He looked at it in shock and his lip quivered and he was speechless, as was Danny. Jazmine's eyes got wide. Blood squirted everywhere and stained his hand. The liquor bottle crashed. The mysterious knight got off the horse gracefully. He took his hand and punched Danny in the side of the head. He fell and blood poured down the side of his head. The knight grabbed Jazmine who squealed like a pig.

"No! Let me go! Where are you taking me!"

"Shutup." He threw her on top of the horse.

"No! I won't shutup! Where are you taking me! What are you gonna do with me?" He climbed on the horse behind Jazmine and began to move its reigns.

"Silly girl. I just saved you and you're asking me questions. I'm taking you home, idiot." The horse began to take off at a slow pace at first, then it began to pick up.

"Oh. I'm not an idiot, by the way."

"Good to know." His voice was cold and unfriendly and Jazmine could not see how someone who had just saved her can be so mean.

They had been riding for about 5 minutes when Jazmine asked, "Can I see your face?"

"Absolutely not." His voice was muffled by his armor, but it was deep and still held that cold tone.

"Are you white?"

He sighed. "Why?" The Knight wished she would shut up. He wasn't used to having companions, especially ones who wouldn't be quiet.

"Because you don't sound white. You sound black."

"How can one sound black?"

"Well...I've noticed that black people and white people have different sounding voices."

"What about Indians, Chinese, middle eastern people, Native Americans? Latinos? How do they talk?"

"I don't know. I never saw any of those races before in real life? I just assumed by default they talked like white people."

"Every different race has its different culture and language, or ways of bonding and communicating, so no one race sounds the same. They all have distinctive traits that set them apart from the rest." He really didn't want to entertain her, but he couldn't stand ignorance and took every chance he could to educate people.

"Oh. Do you, by any chance, live here? In this town?" He was quiet for a second before he finally decided to answer.

"Yes." The horse stopped. " This is your house, right?"

"No. Further down."

"Your family made you walk all the way here?" His cold voice was laced with a little disbelief.

"Yeah. My aunt and uncle don't really care about me. They basically push and slap me around." Jazmine laughed nervously and looked down at her knight said nothing for the rest of the ride. Neither did Jazmine. She just looked up at the stars.

As they were approaching her house, Jazmine pointed.

"Stop. This is it." The Dark Knight made a move to get her off, but Jazmine had already climbed off the horse with the mysterious package.

"Well, thank you,uh...Can I know your name?" Jazmine said nervously like she was asking permission.

"No." The Knight made a quick move to turn the horse around. Instead of riding straight off, he turned around.

"Don't go out at night. Bad things can happen to girls like you."

With that he sped off. Jazmine stood there looking at his exit with obvious disappointment.

'I at least wanted to know his name.' Jazmine thought. She turned and went into the house to greet her aunt and uncle.

She walked into the side of the kitchen door and was greeted by her aunt. When she saw Jazmine she didn't say anything, she simply snatched the little package. Jazmine wondered what was in it. Was it drugs? Food? She went into her room and wrapped up in her bed under her blankets ready to face another day.

When Jazmine woke up the next morning, she looked at the clock. 7:45. She woke up, took a shower attempted to comb through her nappy hair and put it in one giant puffball. Since she had to be at work by 9 and it took her an hour to get ready and walk there she needed to get going as soon as possible.

Jazmine worked at this little store that sold special herbs and health food. She had been working there since she was 14 or 15. That's when she started saving. She worked for Mrs. Dawn. She was a sweet, rich old woman, who had given Jazmine a job as soon as Jazmine told her she had dreams to go far away. She and Jazmine were really close. She was like the grandmother she never had. They had met when Jazmine had come into the store to get turpentine and Mrs. Dawn saw the handprint on her face. They hit it off, she offered her a job and all was good. There was also another employee who worked there.

Her name was Cindy. She was..interesting. Her parents were the typical rednecks and Cindy was so...urban. In the backroom where Jazmine and Cindy's stuff was there was a picture of a black man named Beanie Siegal whom she called Beans and Someone named Snoop Dogg. Since Jazmine didn't watch TV or listen to radio she had no idea who these people were or what they did.

Jazmine used her key and walked into the shop and went straight to the back to put her stuff down. In the back was a small room that contained a refrigerator, a microwave, cabinets, 3 large chairs and large clock on the wall. The walls were a soft pink, and the chairs were at different corners of the room. There was a large wooden table in the middle that matched the chairs. Jazmine put her plate of food in the fridge. She had just tried a new recipe of lasagna. Since her aunt didn't eat her cooking she usually asked Cindy to taste it. Since Cindy was always hungry she didn't mind. She even said that her cooking tasted like "Fat Heaven". Jazmine walked to the front of the shop and turned the open sign around. She went and stood around the corner. She was surprised that there were not people here already. Customers are usually here before Jazmine waiting in the morning, the afternoons they were moderately busy and the evening they were super busy. Then Jazmine realized that today was Sunday and people were probably at church. Jazmine sat there and did about 4 crossword puzzles, one for each customer that came in since the store opened. It was now 12:25 and Cindy was supposed to be here at 12:30. Speaking of Cindy...She bursted in the door and sprinted in the back, most likely to clock in. She came rushing back in, with her work shirt on.

"What's up, Redbone!"

"Hi, Cindy." Jazmine said meekly.

"Girl, what I told you about being shy. Speak with some bass in your voice. Say HI CINDY!"

"Cindy you know I don't like to yell."

"Jazmine. Say it."

Jazmine sighed. She knew she was never going to let this go. "Hi CINdy!" Jazmine's voice was loud in the beginning then faltered to her usual meekness.

"We'll work on it darling."

"Okay." Jazmine lightly giggled. Cindy always told Jazmine she should be more assertive.

"So you want to know why I was late today?"

"Sure." Jazmine listened because Cindy always had some wild, crazy story to tell.

"So, this morning my man came over and we were fucking like super early in the morning." Jazmine flinched at Cindy's harsh language, "What? You flinching because I said the word fucking. Is little Ms. Virgin shy? Loosen up. You know, you're too old to be a virgin, you need-"

"Cindy!" Jazmine berated her. A customer just walked in. "A customer." They both looked up to see that the customer that just walked in. Cindy's mouth dropped and quickly recovered into a smirk. Jazmine just stared intently. He walked to the left of the shop and went into the herb section. Jazmine and Cindy looked at each other.

"He is so fine. I just wanna ride that caramel pony into oblivion."

"Cindy, you ever thought that maybe you're a...sex addict." Cindy gasped.

"Just because I enjoy getting my rocks off, unlike some redbones I know, doesn't mean that I'm a sex addict."

"Cindy be quiet. Customers are in the store. He might hear you."

"So. I hope he does." Cindy is so crazy and fearless. Jazmine was more reserved. They couldn't be any more different. The guy walked up to the counter and put down two jars that Jazmine was familiar with. The guy was tall, somewhere around 6 foot and up. He had beautiful brown-reddish eyes, a giant afro and smooth caramel skin. He wore a white T-shirt, a light windbreaker jacket and dark jeans, and some kind of black work boots Jazmine hadn't seen before. He also had a bright gold necklace that shimmered brightly around his neck. It looked expensive.

"Hello." Jazmine said as she scanned the two jars. The guy seemed to be angry because he simply scowled and didn't say anything. Cindy was a few feet away from Jazmine and was ogling him.

"$15.54 is your total. Will that be cash or credit?" He simply pulled out his wallet, where there were wads of cash and handed Jazmine a twenty and grabbed the bag with the jars in it and left.

"Wow. He must be having an awful morning."

"Or he's a sexy jerk. Either way, I'm turned on. Did you see the way he grabbed those bags with so much passion and aggression-Oh my god I do have a problem!"

Oh Cindy.

Jazmine just stared ahead and watched him leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was 6:00 and time for Jazmine to go home. She packed up her stuff and turned the light off in the backroom and closed the door. Cindy had left about 30 minutes ago. Jazmine pulled on her coat, locked the shop and left. Randomly, she thought about that Knight that had saved her just yesterday. He said he lived here, in fact not too far from my house. She wondered who he was, what he did, and why was he dressed like a knight? Oh well. Jazmine pushed that thought into the back of her head. She got home and went quickly fell into bed into a deep sleep.

Okay, slow start, but promise big things next chapter. Review please. Tell me if I should continue.