The bell finally rang, and the children ran through the double doors. They tossed their gloves to the floor, laughed, cried, and socialized, in the protection of their school. Students would go to their lockers to find wall sized valentines. Students walked to classes giggling about who they wanted cards, and gifts from.
Each class was filled wall to wall with the passionate shades of red, white, and pink. Students jumped from their desks to fill paper bag mail boxes with cards. But there was one particular student who had a completely different view on this February morning.
"Huey Freeman?" Mrs. Martin called during the attendance, once everyone finally sat down.
"Has anyone seen Huey, today?" She asked the students.
The children all turned to each other, shaking their heads no. Chatter rose through the room.
"Alright." Mrs. Martin said. "I suppose he's absent." She checked him off the list. "Amanda Friar?"
Meanwhile, just a hall walk away...
Principle Morgan, and Secretary Adams were finally fully dressed. They had Huey sit down in a chair across from Morgan's desk. The room...smelled of guilt and shame.
"Now Huey, I need you to understand that what you saw, or, um, inferred, does not need to leave this room, alright? This is between you, Secretary Adams, and me."
Huey waited. "I disagree." He finally said.
"Please Huey, understand." Secretary Adams said.
"Oh I understand. The two of you think you can fornicate on school premises, have a student present, and think that there won't be consequences. You think that if you sit there, with your pleading looks, that I'll be sympathetic. I'm not, and I won't be silent until you can guarantee there's something in it for me."
Principle Morgan raised his eyebrow. "Are you...blackmailing us?"
Huey raised his own brow. Said nothing.
"H-Huey, I think we've come to a misunderstanding..."
"I have it in writing." Huey said. He took a paper from his pocket. "If you let me do what I think is best, I won't say a word. Your futures in the school depend on your signatures Mr. Morgan, and Ms. Adams."
Morgan and Adams looked at each other, they held the contract together, one of their hands on each side. They studied the paper, and let their eyes run down the lines. Mentally agreeing with all the words. The inched closer as they read. Finally, they were done.
"Alright, I'll sign." Morgan said. He took a pen from his desk, and wrote his signature. He passed it to Adams, and she wrote her own. They looked up at Huey, and for half a second, saw him smile.
"What the first thing you want?" Secretary Adams asked, tucking her red hair behind her ear.
"My message, I want to remind the public about Black History Month."
"We-we've been doing that since the beginning of February."
"It's still February, isn't it?" Huey walked over to the microphone. Soon everyone in the school heard him. His own voice resonated around him.
"Attention students and staff of J Edgar Hoover. Today is the fourteenth day of Black History Month, and shall be recognized as..."
Suddenly the microphone stopped working, Huey's voice was silent to the confused people of J Edgar Hoover.
"What?" Huey asked himself silently.
"Sorry, there, nice white principle and secretary." The familiar drawl caught Huey's attention. He looked up from the microphone, and to the doorway: Ruckus. One of his jobs was a janitor at J Edgar Hoover, just a few hours after his bus driving job.
"Must've caught something, you know, wire and what not. But nothing that I can't fix."
"Oh, it's no problem Ruckus." Principle Morgan said. His cellphone rang.
"W-What? Hmm, the school speakers are outside. I'll welcome them in, Grace, can you get the coffee going?"
"Sure thing." Secretary Adams said. They flawlessly returned to their roles as Principle, and Secretary: as if nothing happened between them. He left the office, while she went to the teacher's lounge, leaving Ruckus and Huey alone. Huey scowled at Ruckus.
"Hey man what was that for?"
"You think any of these fine white people care for that whole Jungle bunny garbage? February's the month of love, and they got to endure it with all that ungrateful nigga rising from the ashes to the top bullshit. Poor white man, these savage coons got a whole moth dedicated to the pittance of what they accomplished, and there ain't no month for these white folks. Shoot, you know how..."
Huey kept scowling. He got up from behind the desk, and walked passed Ruckus, who continued to ramble. He was getting his message out, one way, or another.
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"I-I think I've almost got it."
Rummy stood on a ladder, trying to get Riley. Jazmine watched from below. She noticed that Rummy didn't even acknowledge her yet. Hmmm, strange.
Riley was still swinging from his shoe laces. Rummy got a hold of his head.
"Gin, man! I think I'm gon' throw up!"
"I've nearly got you down. Just hold on." Rummy was able to pull Riley from the wire. He turned him over so they were face to face.
"Riley!" Jazmine exclaimed happily. "You're okay!"
"Yeah, now let's just...AHHHH!" The ladder snapped, and the two came crashing down, Jazmine ran out of the way, screaming for her life, and help.
"Uhhhhh..." Riley groaned. "Rummy?" He asked, in a daze. "Are we dead?"
"I don't think so. But this hurts like a motha'fuck. You alright?"
"I think so. 'Ey, where's Jazmine?"
Jazmine came running back to them. "Oh my god! Are you two okay?"
"Does it look like it?" Riley snapped.
"No, don't worry 'bout us, little baby. We'll be fine." Rummy said to her.
Jazmine's eyes widened, and her heart raced. "Can I at least help you up?" Jazmine offered.
Rummy stood up, and let Riley jump down. "Naw, let's get'chu inside, it's cold as a motha'fuck out here." Rummy said. Riley followed him inside.
"But what about the ladder?" Jazmine asked. Rummy walked into the house. "Riley?"
"Damn Jazmine, quit it. It's just a ladder." Riley walked into the house, and Jazmine followed them.
They walked into the home. The dark green walls smelled like breakfast, there was steam coming from the kitchen. Jazmine felt humid in the place; it reminded her of the jungle. She needed to use the washroom.
"Let me get something on, and we'll work this out." Rummy said.
"Um, can I use your bathroom?" Jazmine asked.
"Sure thing, it's just down the hall." Rummy said.
"Thanks." Jazmine said, she followed his directions down the hall.
"'Hey, Rummy. Where's Ed?" Riley asked.
"Ed? He probably gone off with one of him hoes, you know?"
"But there's a car parked outside. There's someone else here."
Jazmine listened to their conversation, as she looked for the bathroom. It became mumbles to her after a while. Finally, she found it, and locked herself in.
"This is too weird. I mean, I like Huey, more then a friend, but this guy is so good looking! But, he wouldn't want me anyway, I'm just 10." She frowned at her reflection, once she flushed the toilet.
"Oh, it's hopeless." She said to herself.
"Kahhgaga." someone snarled. Jazmine's hair stood up. Her heart raced. She wanted to get out of the room, and run like hell, but curiosity got the best of her.
"H-Hello?" She asked, picking up one of Rummy's razors out of fear. "Hello?" She sniffed the razor, then realized where the sound was coming from.
She moved her trembling free hand o the shower curtain. Intensity builded up in her, and she started to peel it back, slowly, slowly, slowly, until, finally ripping it away as fast as she could, adrenaline seeping from her throat.
"HA!" She shouting, killing the tension. There was a naked, sleeping blonde woman in the bathtub. She had a rose between her legs, and a tattoo on her chest. "Your face here."
Jazmine walked backward from fear, and disgust. "AHHHHHH!" She shouted.
Her scream woke the woman up. "AHHHHH!" The blonde woman echoed.
"AHHHHHH!" Jazmine screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" The blonde woman hollered.
Soon, Jazmine heard footsteps running to the washroom: thunderous thumps, and a menacing patter.
Rummy kicked the door down with a powerful blast. His gun out. Riley behind him.
Riley looked past Rummy, and scanned the woman's supple naked body, her long tan legs, that small waist, those heaving tits topped with nice perky brown nipples. He couldn't see much of her ass, but it was as curvy as the rest of her.
"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU'RE STILL HERE?!" Rummy asked the woman, gun pointed at her. He killed the moment. Jazmine screamed again.
"AHHHHHH!"
"I'M NOT LEAVING WITH OUT MY $550! AND GET THESE FUCKING KIDS OUT OF HERE!"
"BITCH SHUT UP, I'LL SHOW YOU!"
"Wait, Rummy don't!" Riley said, fearing Rummy would destroy the woman's spectacular body. He jumped at Rummy, and the two of them fought over the gun, tossing it between them.
"Riley, quit it man!"
"Don't go shooting, Rummy! Don't shoot!"
The gun flew form both of their hands, and hit the ceiling, a bullet shot out, and bouced through the room. Jazmine, Rummy, and Riley ducked for cover, while the woman flopped on her stomach.
"AHHH! STOP!" Jazmine shouted, scared. "I PEED MY PANTS!"
"Will you SHUT UP? A little piss is the least of our problems right now!" Riley shouted.
Their screams, and the bullet was what did it in: the shelf above the bathtub dropped from the wall, and hit the woman on her head, knocking her out. The gun was on the floor. Jazmine was scared out of her mind, she closed her eyes, and breathed heavily for a what felt like an eternity. The room was silent, except for her: exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and slowed her breathing. She looked up, and Riley and Rummy were standing above the tub. She got up, and stood in a semi circle with them.
The woman was knocked out cold by the bottles of lotion. "Oh, shit." RIley finally said. "Is she dead?"
"Naw, man. Naw." Rummy said.
Jazmine looked at them, then back to the woman. Then, she fainted.