Okay, I have not written in over a year Im SURE. I will try to start again because I really missed writing, though I'm pretty sure the people that liked to read good plot bearing stories dont even remember my stories. iAnneart who? haha, seriously my writing sucks big time, and I really want to get better at it so this is my turning point.
This story is actually one based on one of my previous stories In Darkness he walks. I deleted that one because frankly, I thought it was horrible. I'm going to give the plot of the story a second chance and try to write again but a WHOLE lot better, I hope. If you happen to read this, I beg of you to please review and tell me straight up what you DIDN'T like about it. I need the criticism to transform from a mediocre writer to a great one:)
NOTE: For the ones that HAVE read In Darkness He Walks and you see this and be like nah I already read this shit, why would i read it again? It's definately not the same, trust me. The plot is still the same but the story isn't.
Mrs. Alnston's 6th grade class were all waiting in anticipation. Their eyes were glued to the clocks eternal ticking, the black hands reading 2:44 PM.
One minute left...
Even the teacher couldn't help but look at the clock, as she desperately wanted to get the hell out of this class. It wasn't that much that they were a rowdy, out of control group of students. most of the class was pretty behaved but only one little African American boy ruined it for her.
Every time he opened his mouth, it was to argue about it was unjust that the history lessons were all about that white man accomplish this, and how the textbook always fails to mention about how much the heroic white founders of this country were racist in one way or another, with black slaves being treated worse than dogs blah blah blah...
She was only a Social Studies teacher for God's sake!
She didn't write the damn book, all she did was get her lesson plans from it.
Mrs. Alnston pushed her straight blond hair from her bright blue eyes, pretty much in awe that how one motherfucking minute can stretch for hours.
10 seconds left.
The whole class, along with her counted down the seconds. At first, It was all in their minds but when they got to seven, everyone started counting aloud, enough for the other classes next to them in the hallway hear them.
6...5...4...3...2...
There was a still moment in where the last number was seemed to never arrive. Finally, the school bell rang loudly throughout the whole school with a terminating sound to it. There was a rumbling beneath the earth as everyone tried to get out from the heavy entrance doors as the same time, much like a stampede. It was as if the entire student body felt re energized as a loud cheer emitted from everyone, but especially the sixth graders. Many of them couldn't have been happier, grins so big it threatened to split their faces. However, there were a good number -mostly the girls- that were crying with no console since it was their last year and they wouldn't come back.
One of them was a little mulatto girl called Jazmine Dubois.
She was the one probably crying the hardest as she hugged practically everyone that wasn't leaving for Middle School. Jazmine was friends with everyone, and everyone liked her so pretty soon, the mood turned from Hell Yeah summer vacation! to Oh hell no, I don't want her to leave! Huey Freeman looked in amazement as well as disgust as a crying fest started. She was currently saying her goodbyes to her best friend Cindy.
" Oh girl, I'm really gon' miss you!" Cindy said,her voice cracking." Me too" She hugged her best friend, with tears in her eyes. It was really impossible how she affected the entire school. But really, it really wasn't any surprise since Jazmine was one of the nicest, if not THE nicest, person ever. Her optimistic mood always cheered everyone up, and not to mention she was a really good friend. Hell, even some of the sixth graders were hugging her, crying since maybe they won't get the same class. He heard a low whistle behind him.
"Dayumm, that bitch got more friends that you got books."
He turned around to whack the back of Riley's head as he usually did. "What have I told you about calling Jazmine, or any other girl for that matter, a bitch?" Riley just rolled his eyes, while stating the quote that he practically had memorized. " Yea' yea I know nigga you don't gots to tell me. All women are not hoes or bitches" He said in a mocking tone, which was obvious that he still didn't believe. The eleven year old sighed, sometimes wondering why he even bothered.
When Jazmine was done saying goodbye to her five hundred friends, she turned around and ran to Huey, giving him the biggest bear hug that humanity ever witnessed. " H-h-hueyy- " She hiccupped, sobbing. " I'm gonna m-miss y-you so much-"Tears streaked her face, and the boy looked at her with a what the hell expression as he finally managed to pull her away.
" Jazmine, you act like if we're never gonna see each other. It's the last day of elementary school, we're not moving to different continents ."
He said a bit annoyed. She then proceeded to take out a tissue, and blow her nose since she was crying so much.
" Aand," Huey continued. "Even if that were the case, it is no excuse to completely lose control of your emotions." He looked at her disapprovingly. The tissue was thrown to a nearby trashcan and again Huey found himself with Jazmine attached to his neck like a life support.
" I-I-I can't help it!" She whimpered childishly. He just sighed, and let her hug him until she was calm enough to detach herself from him. Besides, it's not like Jazmine hugging him annoyed him that much.
"Yo nigga let's move!" He heard Riley call. The nine year old was already across the street from the school waiting for his brother to stop being so gay and get moving. The only reason why he was waiting at all was that he had the key to the house. Huey turned his attention back to Jazmine. "Are you walking home, or is your dad picking you up?"
She put a thoughtful finger on her chin, and said. " I don't think so..." Just in cue, a car honked parking right to the side of them. The window rolled down to reveal Tom Dubois. " Hey my baby girl," His eyes seemed happy but at the same time there was a hint of sadness. " Or, I guess not." She smiled, and greeted her dad with a big hug (what was new) when he stepped out of the car.
" Hey Huey." He said cheerfully waving at him. Huey enthusiastically waved back.
Um, not.
Tom put his hand down when he saw the boy gave an almost nonexistant nod towards his existence and opened the car door for his daughter. "Thanks Daddy!" Jazmine said smiling. " So, you and your brother want a ride?" He asked. Huey looked at his brother waiting impatiently for him a good two streets away now, and politely turned down his offer. " No thanks, Mr. Dubois." After saying this, he started walking away hoping Riley didn't have the stupidity to walk any farther since he would get lost like last time.
Jazmine's dad was soon starting the engine of the car and passing by the two Freeman boys. " So, honey how was your last day of school?"
" Ohmygosh daddy, It was so sad! Can you believe I'll be in another school next year?" He gave a small sad smile as his daughter excitedly went on and on about what happened.
My wonderful poor baby...
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"Man, I can't believe school's over." Riley exhaled pumping his fists.
Huey kept walking. " Like forreall, we can do whatever the fuck we want now! Imma be out in the streets being a REAl gangstuh, like that school shit ain't gangsta at all..." While Riley kept rambling about the thug antics he would do in summer vacation, Huey took out the house keys since they were already approaching their house. Dorothy wasn't parked outside so Granddad wasn't home. Huh. That's strange. They arrived at the front door, and he opened it to find three fat suitcases in front of the stairs. His brows furrowed in confusion, but he figured he would ask his granddad when he got home.
Both boys dropped their backpack in front of the door, like they did everyday and headed for the living room to play some video games. An hour passed, then two with Granddad still not back. When Huey finally got tired of video games he headed to his room (a year ago, Huey demanded getting his own room since Riley's lifestyle was disgusting, with his side of the room always messy and just plain nasty & finally gotten his wish)
He picked up a book that he had meant to start since last week and start reading. When he was finally getting to the good part,a good hour later, the phone rang. Groaning, he made himself get up and answer the damn phone downstairs. After all, it could be Granddad.
"Hello?"
"Boy!"
Huey immediately straighted up. " Granddad! Where are you? It's been more than two hours!" There was a bit of silence on the other line until he finally replied. " I'm in Chigaco."
" WHAT?"
" Now now before you ask-"
" GRANDDAD WHAT THE HELL?" His grandfather let out a sharp irritated sigh. " Dammit huey, listen to yo granddady!"
" You shoulda at least, oh I don't know, let us know? Maybe TAKE US WITH YOU?"
" I had good reason!" Huey for some reason, was very skeptical. " Oh really? What is it?"
" Your aunt Cookie's birthday today and we're organizing a surprise party!" The boy's eyes narrowed. " Whose 'we'?" " The family. Now I didn't take you and Riley because it was a grown up party only-" Just then, he heard children laughing-probably his younger cousins- from the other line, sounding as if they were having a blast.
"What the hell was that?"
"Uhh... Sorry boy, my niece needs me to put up some decorations-" 'No I don't you old crazy nigga!' a voice yelled out from the line. 'Nigga hush!' Robert yelled back. " I'll be back next week, tell Riley if he don't wash the dishes tonight I will KICK HIS ASS all the way from Chicago!"
" NEXT WEEK? How the hell will we-"
Click.
"Oh hell no!"
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Jazmine was about to start painting her toenails pink when she was interrupted out of her zone by her parents. " Jazmine! come down sweetheart!" Both shouted from downstairs. " I'm coming!" She put on some fuzzy slippers and walked down the stairs to see both Sarah and Tom waiting for her. They both had big smiles painted on their faces.
"What's up?"
" You know, sweetie, all of this time you have been like angel sent from above. Always good in school, never disobeying us..." Sarah started. The mulatto's brows raised up. " And we have never really tried to compensate you for being such a good girl." She continued. " So-" Tom said while going to the kitchen, apparently to get something. When he appeared again, Jazmine gasped. In her father's hands, he had the most adorable dalmatian puppy with a red bow on top of his collar.
" We got you a little dog!"
Well, now Jazmine loves dogs and she couldn't help but squeal. She took the puppy from her dad and looked at the face of her new pet. " He's so cute!" Suddenly, she put the dog down.
"What's the bad news?"
Both her parents were a little surprised, but managed to keep their calm. " What are you talking about honey?" Jazmine shook her head. " You told me that I could never have a dog, and you give me one now?Something's up and it will affect me. What is it?" Both Sarah and Tom looked at each other. They weren't expecting her to catch on to their plan.
"Well?"
Both closed their eyes for a moment. Tom spoke first.
"Jazmine...there's something we need to tell you..."
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"Are you motherfucking serious?" Riley's jaw was agape. "Unfortunately."
"So that means that we got the house on our own?" Huey gave him a look. " Riley don't even THINK about doing your crazy ass shit again. First of all, we don't have any money so we'll probably die if food runs out-"
" you're shitting me, money has GOT to be somewhere up in this ol'bitch."
"well there isn't. I already looked" Huey said in that dead serious tone that Riley hated. " Damn... so I guess one of us has to start selling crack huh?" He joked. He got a cold glare instead of a laugh.
"This isn't fun and games Riley! There's barely enough food in the fridge for two days! Either-" He was interrupted by the phone ringing again.
"it better be Granddad saying 'PSYCH!' or sumthin'" Riley mumbled. "Shut yo dumb ass up." Huey retorted while he picked up the phone.
" Hello?"
" Hey, huey." A familiar, feminine voice said.
" Jazmine? Whats-" He didn't know if he should say 'what's up' or 'what's wrong' since she had only called him once and it was to tell him [all the time she was sobbing] that her parents got into a fight and her mom hit her dad, leaving him with a black eye.
"Umm. let's go out somewhere..please?" Well that was unexpected. Riley must have seen the look of confusion on his older brother's face since he started mouthing 'who is it?' to him. Huey just shook his head at him, and walking to his room so Riley wouldn't overhear. If she had been someone else, he would probably say that no he didn't want to. But this was Jazmine. He was bit cold to her when he was ten, but he had warmed up to her during the year- they had become considerably good friends. Not only that, something in her voice implied that something was wrong.
" uh... sure. where do you wanna go?"
" I dunno. just not here in my house." Her voice turned bitter when she said the last part, so he confirmed that she wasn't okay. " Okay." A silence settled and Huey cleared his throat before asking. "Sooo, do you want me to pick you up from your house-" " No, no. I'll go to yours." He didn't have a chance to say anything since she had hung up already. He couldn't help but think something.
Man what is it with everyone hanging up on me?
Well that was my first chapter. I was gonna make it a bit longer but I got lazy.
Review if u got constructive critism not flames:)
It would be much appreaciated.
-Anneart
