A/N: Hello out there. I'm princesslady and here is my first boondocks fanfiction. Please read and enjoy. I personally feel as if it sucks, but hey, I am trying.

If I never knew you

By:

Princesslady

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Boondocks or any of its affiliates.

Her eyes darted back and forth between images of him and her scribbled on paper; filled with both deepest thoughts and random doodles of non-important issues. His eyes, on the contrary, stayed glued on his paper, not daring to look up for anything.

Her heart fluttered and her palms sweated. She was nervous and that disabled her to know how to put her emotions into words. She planned to express her true feelings to the elder Freeman brother by letter; but by the way things were going, she wasn't going to get that finished.

Her pencil was on her right and her pen was on her left. Her eraser in front and her white-out ™ next to it. She was prepared and ready to write, but her mind and emotions wouldn't let her. It was as if her emotions controlled her every movement. She couldn't even grasp her wooden sword without thinking twice about what the boy's reaction would be. Would he laugh? Look at her dumbfounded? Admit his feelings to her? Forget he ever read it? These questions and more filled her mind to capacity as she began to sweat.

Each drop made a wet mark on the page, smudging the random ink laid across the white and blue lined paper. It only made her even more nervous as her heart jumped a beat. First it was one, than two, than three. It felt like she was going to have a massive heart attack any second and it was all courtesy of the handsome looking Freeman sitting four desks away from her.

Finally finding the courage to begin her mission of impossible, the bell rang and students arose from their seats and began to file out the door; including the revolutionary Freeman brother. Another chance wasted by her anxieties and nervousness that she couldn't help but sigh to as her petite form sank down further into her chair. She was beating herself up inside and wished she had gone through with the letter. It wasn't that hard, or didn't seem that hard when she concocted it in the confinements of her brain the other night. It was a simple stroke of a pencil expressing a girl's deepest regards towards a man she was in love with. If it was so easy, the question she still couldn't answer to herself was, "Why couldn't I do it?"

A/N: Here is the Prologue. I know it's nothing exciting but it will pick up later in chapters.