A/N~ Hey guys thanks for being interested in this story. I know that The Blind Side is based on a true story but, I really want to add a character. My character to be exact. Her name is Hallie James. You pronounce her name Ha (as in haha)-lee not hay-lee. So if you don't like the idea of this then don't read. Please don't leave me a review telling me about my spelling, grammar, or OCC-ness. I don't care. If you like it, then read it. If you don't, then don't. Thanks.
~BRee
Hallie's POV
I don't really know how I should start telling you my story. I'm not an author or anything that gets paid, I'm just a girl. I'm a white girl, which you could probably already guess. Pure white, pale white, the kind of white that there ain't no mistaking for tanned or Mexican. White, white, white. I want to make sure you understand this because me being white plays a big part in my story. So I'll say it again, I'm white.
I went to Wingate Christian School in highschool. It was a pretty school where we were suposed to be taught Christian values. Actually it was just a crappy highschool for rich snobs, and kids like me who got good grades. My dad and mom transferred me here at the end of the first quarter of my freshman year because they didn't like the direction I was quote "Choosing to lead my life" end quote. Acctually the orginally sent me here because it was an all white school. My dad was a strong racist, my mom bowed down to my dad.
That's another thing I haven't mentioned that makes a big part of me. My dad used to beat my mom, and me sometimes, but mostly her. He was a drunk. He'd beat her black and blue on Saturday nights then she'd stick on make up, dark glasses and other accessories to cover it up and head to church sit in the same middle pew. Every week. Every damn week. Why she was such a big belliever after the hand she was dealt was, in my highschool years, hard to understand.
That changed in my junior year. As a 17 year old senior, Michael Oher and his friend, both black, came to our school. My dad was beyond pissed when he found out. He was so mad the first time he heard that he broke our coffee table shattering the glass like a physco person. On that day it didn't mean much to me. I was indifferent about this huge black kid. Even if he was in my Science, Math, and English classes since I was taking advanced classes so that next year would be easy.
This isn't a story of racism. This isn't a story of black and white. This isn't a story of pain or a story of gain. This isn't that kind of story.
At least not to me it isn't.
To me, it's just the story of a boy and girl.
It's a story of love.
Love with obstecles.
A/N~ Okay I know this is short I just kind of wanted to introduce you to my character and give you a little bit of an over view of the story. Some details will be change so that I can work my character in, in the right places. There's not going to be a lot of the Toughy family, or them adopting Michael story. It's more about Michael and Hallie during school, out in the town, football stadiums, and occasionally Michael's new home. But they won't play a huge part.