"I absolutely, positively HATE algebra with a passion."
Chris Chambers looked up at his best friend Gordie LaChance and smirked as he plopped down at the lunch table.
"Haha, I don't have it until third semester," Chris said then looked back down at his English paper. Gordie sat down across from him and poked at his food.
"This is lethal," he muttered. He wasn't sure what he was poking at-it looked like a cross between fungi and flem. He shuddered at the thought. "So where's Molly?" Gordie looked around for his other best friend, Molly O'Rielly.
"I dunno, I haven't seen her since first period. She said she was gonna be late for lunch anyways," Chris said distracted by his paper. Chris had never been really very close to Molly, but she was always nice to him. Gordie and Molly had grown up together, their mom's best friends. Chris had only known Molly for three years, when they were in the ninth grade. He liked her though, she was nice and funny and a bit weird. But otherwise she was good company.
"Urgh! Damn those cafeteria women! I swear, in those hair nets are friggin lasers that know when you smuggle out condiments!"
Gordie and Chris looked up and shook their heads when they saw Molly sit down at their table. Her blonde curls tumbled down her shoulders and her big, blue eyes looked anxious.
"What happened this time, Molly?" Gordie asked his best friend.
Molly's cheeks were flushed from her anger. "Agh, you don't even want to know..I just felt bad for the mustard because no one ever buys it, so I smuggled a few out..and got caught." She poked at her food and grimaced when it jiggled. Chris looked at the girl sitting across from him and his heart fluttered. Molly O'Reilly...he didn't know if he really liked her, but he did know that her stunning beauty left him in awe. They were many beautiful girls in Castle Rock, but Molly, in his eyes was the most beautiful of all. She was only a couple inches shorter than him with a thin body. Her smile lit up the room.
"Oh my Gosh, did you guys hear?" she said happily giving up on her food and settling for her pop. "There's a new girl. I can't wait to meet her..I think her name's Rose Jones or something.I dunno she's gonna be in my home room. But-"
Molly stopped speaking. Everyone did. The cafeteria was silent. Chris's eyes traveled over to the lunch door and his heart stopped. If he thought Molly was pretty, this girl was angelic. But the slight moment went away as soon as it appeared. There was something different about this girl.
She was rather short, and her black hair curled out just above her shoulders and was clipped to the side. She held her books in one hand, and her lunch in the other. Her big, caramel eyes scanned the lunch room frantically. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just looked at the girl.
Finally, someone spoke up and said loud enough for the whole lunch room to hear.
"That's the new girl! She's black!"
AUTHOR NOTE
THIS STORY DEALS WITH RACISM. I AM NOT RACIST, BUT IN THE 60'S TIMES WERE DIFFERENT. SO PLEASE, IF LANGUAGE IS HARSH, DON'T READ THIS. SOME PEOPLE MAY NOT LIKE THIS STORY BECAUSE OF THE SITUATION AND WHAT IT DEALS WITH. THIS IS A WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEEPLY OFFENDED. I AM SORRY, BUT THIS IDEA CAME TO ME. I AM NOT RACIST, I AM WRITING FROM ROSIE'S POV, AN AFRICAN AMERICAN TEENAGE GIRL IN AN ALL WHITE COMMUNITY.
PLEASE EMAIL ME WITH COMMENTS.
Chris Chambers looked up at his best friend Gordie LaChance and smirked as he plopped down at the lunch table.
"Haha, I don't have it until third semester," Chris said then looked back down at his English paper. Gordie sat down across from him and poked at his food.
"This is lethal," he muttered. He wasn't sure what he was poking at-it looked like a cross between fungi and flem. He shuddered at the thought. "So where's Molly?" Gordie looked around for his other best friend, Molly O'Rielly.
"I dunno, I haven't seen her since first period. She said she was gonna be late for lunch anyways," Chris said distracted by his paper. Chris had never been really very close to Molly, but she was always nice to him. Gordie and Molly had grown up together, their mom's best friends. Chris had only known Molly for three years, when they were in the ninth grade. He liked her though, she was nice and funny and a bit weird. But otherwise she was good company.
"Urgh! Damn those cafeteria women! I swear, in those hair nets are friggin lasers that know when you smuggle out condiments!"
Gordie and Chris looked up and shook their heads when they saw Molly sit down at their table. Her blonde curls tumbled down her shoulders and her big, blue eyes looked anxious.
"What happened this time, Molly?" Gordie asked his best friend.
Molly's cheeks were flushed from her anger. "Agh, you don't even want to know..I just felt bad for the mustard because no one ever buys it, so I smuggled a few out..and got caught." She poked at her food and grimaced when it jiggled. Chris looked at the girl sitting across from him and his heart fluttered. Molly O'Reilly...he didn't know if he really liked her, but he did know that her stunning beauty left him in awe. They were many beautiful girls in Castle Rock, but Molly, in his eyes was the most beautiful of all. She was only a couple inches shorter than him with a thin body. Her smile lit up the room.
"Oh my Gosh, did you guys hear?" she said happily giving up on her food and settling for her pop. "There's a new girl. I can't wait to meet her..I think her name's Rose Jones or something.I dunno she's gonna be in my home room. But-"
Molly stopped speaking. Everyone did. The cafeteria was silent. Chris's eyes traveled over to the lunch door and his heart stopped. If he thought Molly was pretty, this girl was angelic. But the slight moment went away as soon as it appeared. There was something different about this girl.
She was rather short, and her black hair curled out just above her shoulders and was clipped to the side. She held her books in one hand, and her lunch in the other. Her big, caramel eyes scanned the lunch room frantically. Everyone stopped what they were doing and just looked at the girl.
Finally, someone spoke up and said loud enough for the whole lunch room to hear.
"That's the new girl! She's black!"
AUTHOR NOTE
THIS STORY DEALS WITH RACISM. I AM NOT RACIST, BUT IN THE 60'S TIMES WERE DIFFERENT. SO PLEASE, IF LANGUAGE IS HARSH, DON'T READ THIS. SOME PEOPLE MAY NOT LIKE THIS STORY BECAUSE OF THE SITUATION AND WHAT IT DEALS WITH. THIS IS A WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEEPLY OFFENDED. I AM SORRY, BUT THIS IDEA CAME TO ME. I AM NOT RACIST, I AM WRITING FROM ROSIE'S POV, AN AFRICAN AMERICAN TEENAGE GIRL IN AN ALL WHITE COMMUNITY.
PLEASE EMAIL ME WITH COMMENTS.