Chapter 2
100 years later a normal 13 year old African american girl was at home getting yelled at by her abusive mother. Her name was Dayla, and she wasn't bad at all. Infact she was a really good person. Genuine, good hearted, smart, and beautiful, her mother just didn't get it.
Dayla's POV
"Mother, I gotta go to school, im gonna be late". I said. 'Who gives a flying fuck where YOU gotta go. You will serve me." My Mother said. I had enough so I just ran right out my door, even though I know the legend of the boy my age who ran out the door and never returned. (Tashan) I got to school and I went to class. Of course I was super late. Well, about 2 hours into class, my teacher whose name is Mrs. Sun told us that we had a new student joining us. "His name is Tashan, and he is 13. Say hello Tashan." Mrs. Sun said. 'Hello" Tashan said. When I see him I think 2 things: First, even though this boy is African American, he is pale, and Last, Damn this boy is cute! Tashan sat down right next to me and I smelt his scent: Axe body spray (Chocolate kind) , with a hint of vanilla. Mrs. Sun got back to the lesson (Math or Something) but I couldn't take my mind off of Tashan. I kept thinking about his perfect brown eyes, his amazing face (with a little acne on it) and his slightly big lips. (A/N-Which I have in real life) Time must have gotten away from me, because eventually the class ended. I got up and followed Tashan out of the room. He headed into the gym and under the bleachers. I decided he needed his space so I went to my next class. After school was over I decided to go to the woods since I did not want to face my mother. I walked into the woods and sat on a giant boulder overlooking the town. I let my thoughts take me in. I had plenty to think about: who was Tashan, What was he doing under the bleachers alone, Would he like me. My thoughts were mostly about Tashan. Just then I heard something behind me. It was Tashan. Apperantly he liked to be alone too. Maybe we could be alone together. "Hey, I'm Dayla Gee" I said. "Im Tashan" He said "What's your last name?" I asked. "I don't have one." He said. "How do you not have one" I asked. "Do you mind if I take yours?" He asked. My heart skipped a beat when he said that. "I guess your name is Tashan Gee". I said. "Well, I gotta go now." He said. He looked in pain as he left. There he goes, Tashan Gee.