Something something school stuff. Also, I'm using the comic strips, as well as the pilot and unproduced pilot script as isnpo for this chapter, including the dream sequence with Huey and Mace Windu. Assuming this scene was in the show proper, he'd be voiced by Sam Jackson too, considering they got him for Gin Rummy.

I'm going to incorporate Riley's teacher in the comic strip, Ms. Peterson, a former nun/maximum security corrections officer and current second grade teacher who failed a certified math genius because she couldn't read or write English very well. She's seen to much to put up with Riley's nonsense for long.

Also, do y'all want more focus on the kids and Shauna, or should I try to keep a balance like in the show?

It was just another evening in front of the TV, though only Shauna and Riley were really watching it, as Huey had his nose in a book again. Riley had channel on BET, which irked the middle Freeman child, but his protests were ignored as Riley laughed out loud at the two overweight black women on screen;

"Me and Moqueesha was racing for a pork sandwich and we got stuck! Gimme my two-way pager so I can two-way for help! And while you're at it bring me my French fry milkshake!"

Shauna couldn't help but let out a slight laugh, while Riley laughed hard enough to fall on the floor. Huey let his disdain known, "This network is gonna set us back 400 years... We'll be slaves again before we know it." He then turned to his younger brother, "How do you stand this buffoonery? Aren't you tired of watching our people looking stupid?"

Riley turned to his brother, answering bluntly, "Not if it's funny!"

"What's your favorite show?"

"Moqueesha"

Huey cringed but continued, "What's your next favorite show?"

"Next week's Moqueesha."

Huey tossed his book at his brother, telling him bluntly, "Read a book, dummy!"

"Read?!" Riley stood up and stared down his brother, now standing up, "Show me one person who reads and gets hoes!"

"You don't read and don't got no hoes-" Before Huey could finish, Riley lunged at him, dropping the remote as Shauna tried in vain to separate them before their grandfather, having just come out of the bathroom, came downstairs, scolding "How many times do I gotta tell you not to fight in this house? Y'all too loud and bleed all over the carpet. Y'all wanna fight? Do it outside!"

"He starts it," Huey pointed at Riley as Shauna shook her head, "Huey, you know he's too stupid to know better."

"Yeah!" Riley agreed as everyone stared in disbelief at his ignorance before Granddad continued, "You're older, you're supposed to be the smart one, even though you wouldn't know it looking at your hair," and he gave a light, half playful half disdainful tug on his grandson's afro.

"How come Shauna don't gotta be told she's supposed to know better?" Riley demanded, pointing out what he thought was favoritism.

"Shauna already knows better," The old man gestured to his granddaughter, "putting up with you little fools grew her up fast. Shoot, gonna miss her whuppin' on y'all when she moves out."

"Enough to give me an actual allowance or pay me from keeping them from destroying the house?" Shauna raised an eyebrow as Granddad turned to her, annoyed, "Allowance?! I allow you to eat my food, I allow you your own room-"

"A'ight, I get it," the scorned teenager scoffed, "I'm going to my room..." and she walked upstairs as Granddad turned to the boys, "Sounds like a good idea. Both of y'all, it's almost 9 o'clock. Get you're li'l blac asses to bed."

Huey and Riley, actually starting to feel tired, decided to go upstairs to bed as Granddad took over the downstairs tv. As Huey reached the top of the stairs, he turned his head as he heard the old man laughing raucously at another rerun of his favorite recent movie, Friday.

The afro-headed revolutionary sighed as he laid down on his bed, slowly closing his eyes as he started to dream about a desolate alien landscape, dressed as a Jedi knight on a cliff, scanning the ground for Stormtroopers, before lighting his orange lightsaber and jumps from the cliff, landing in the middle of them as he swung his lightsaber, hitting as many of the Stormtroopers as he could before a man came in from above, scolding him, "How many times have I told you not to rush into conflict? You fight only when necessary!"

Huey scoffed as he turned to the Jedi Master, "Shut it, Jackson! Maybe you should worry about less what I'm doing and more about the roles you choose. I mean... Deep Blue Sea? One Eight Seven? Don't get me started on Great White Hype!"

Windu got angry, "Excuse me?!" while the Stormtroopers stopped fighting to watch these two fight as the Jedi Master continued, "You know how many years of proppin' up white boys and listenin' to Spike Lee it took to get where I am right now?!"

Unsympathetic to his plight, Huey began to feign playing a violin with the lightsaber, "Oh, poor, widdle Sam Jackson..."

As if on cue, Mace Windu was now sporting a jheri curl, looking like Jules from Pulp Fiction, and was angered at Huey's impertinence, brandishing his purple lightsaber at the boy, "I'm trying to help you, you little motherf****er! This is why mother****ing black people can't get no-*****ng-where!"

The two fight with their lightsabers until Huey brushed the tip of his against Sam's jheri curl, lighting it on fire as the Stormtroopers gasp in shock as Huey smirks, but that smirk quickly faded as Sam managed to smother the fire, his hair completely gone before beginning to swing his lightsaber again...

And Huey woke up before the fight could continue, shooting up out of his bed while Riley slept in the bed next to his, sprawled out and dreaming about something or other. Huey looked at the alarm clock on the side table: five twenty-two. He sighed, "wish I knew what that dream meant."

When the sun peaked up that Monday morning, Granddad spoke about his dream about 'Fifty-Seven Cent' chasing him around his bedroom before Riley asks "Sure you just didn't fall asleep watchin' Friday again?"

"Man, Granddad, why do I gotta wear a uniform?" Shauna complained as she sat down at the counter with her bowl of cereal, "All those clothes I just got, and for what?"

"You ain't have any idea how lucky you are, li'l girl, going to a good school like Wuncler Academy. Lucky Mr. Wuncler himself was able to squeeze you in, and me a discount on school fees," the old man smirked to himself as Shauna pouted, shoving a spoonful of cereal in her mouth

"You have it easy." Huey scolded his sister's 'trivial' concerns, "You know what the name of the school Granddad put us in?"

"What?"

"J. Edgar Hoover Elementary!I can't go to a school named after Hoover! Am I the only one who's heard of CONTELPRO?!"

"Ain't that the guy from Good Times?" Riley's ignorance was ignored as Huey continued ranting, "Why not name a school after Strom Thurmond or George Wallace?!"

"Actually, I think they named a middle school after George Wallace..." Granddad mused as Huey reacted in indignant shock before the old man rolled his eyes, "N**ga lighten up, it's a joke."

"Well, I still can't go," Huey protested, "Goes against my principles."

"Well you're going if I have to drag your black ass there myself! Ain't no way I'm missin' out on sleepin' late and doin' what I want for eight months... Y'all already tried that with that 'other white meat' nonsense. Almost had me fooled."

"We get two weeks off for Christmas and Easter, y'know... each" Shauna pointed out as she put her empty bowl in the sink.

"Even still, y'all already been registered. Shauna, you take bus number 23. Goes straight to Wuncler Academy. Don't lose that bus pass, got it? Cost me a good $30"

"Yes, sir!" The teenage girl gave a cheerfully sarcastic salute as she went upstairs to grab her things. Granddad then turned to the two boys left behind, "You two, get to the bus stop. I ain't walking you either."

"We're two black men in America!" Huey argued, "We're an endangered species!"

"Why you think I moved y'all out to a white neighborhood? If something happens, it's God's will..." The old man's face turned to a smirk, "Besides, Mrs. DuBois said Jazmine's gonna be at the bus stop."

Huey looked "What about her?" Riley smirked as he teased, "He like her but he 'skurred'..." With that, Huey started to smack his brother while Granddad tried in vain to separate them, eventually giving up and yelling for his granddaughter.

Across the street in the DuBois house, Sarah DuBois was enjoying a cup of coffee while reading the paper and flipping through the radio, "Thank you for starting your week out right on WFRK the FREAK. That was R. Kelly's newest hit 'Inappropriate', now on our Manic Monday Madness, here's another song by R. Kelly called 'Disturbin-'"

Disgusted, Sarah turned off the radio as Jazmine came in, wearing a jumper dress and pink hoodie, smiling as she looked up at her mother, who handed her a lunch in a Hello Kitty lunchbox as Tom came in, adjusting his tie.

A little nervous, Jazmine asked, "Will the kids at school make fun of me?"

"Everyone gets made fun of sometimes, sweetie," Tom reassured her, "Don't take it too personally."

"Did kids ever call you names, Daddy?"

"Oh, lots. The kids would call me 'cornball' or 'nerd'..." Tom's smile faded as he recalled the names he himself was called in school, "or 'Oreo Double-stuff', 'fuity boy', or 'bitch-ass'-"

"TOM!" Sarah yelled at her husband to get him to not say any harsher language in front of Jazmine. He laughed a little, "Heh heh, yeah..."

Jazmine turned to her mother, "Mom, did people make fun of you?"

"Actually, no. I was always pretty popular... until I started to date your dad..." Sarah sighed somewhat nostalgically, much to the confusion of her husband, "Really?"

"Oh honey, you weren't exactly the coolest person on campus," Sarah couldn't help but smile, "But yeah, there's more important things to life than being popular." She stood up from the table, "I'll take you to the bus stop, sweetie."

Huey and Riley walked to the bus stop around the corner from the house, where Jazmine was waiting along with her mother, dressed smartly in a flattering red suit.

"Man, going to a school named after Hoover... this is a bad omen, I can feel it..."

"My parents were talking about him last night," Jazmine adjusted her backpack straps as she talked, "They called him something I never heard before..."

"Fascist?"

"No."

"Racist?"

"No"

"Murderer?"

"No, it started with a 't'..."

"A tyrannical terrorist?"

"No, it was 'trans...' Hmm... 'extra-transvestrial'? Shoot, I forgot! Probably something with a 't'..." Jazmine then turned to her mother, "Mom, what did you say he was? 'Trans'-something, right?"

Sarah blushed slightly and laughed a little, "I'll tell you when you're older, sweetie."

The bus pulled up, driven by an (unfortunately) familiar face, Uncle Ruckus, who opened the door, smiling politely at Sarah and introduced himself, "You must be Mrs. DuBois. Ain'tchu as purty as a magnolia in May." Flattered, Sarah continued, "This is my daughter, Jazmine, she'll be riding the bus this week, I've got a case I'm working on, and I don't want her walking until she knows the way to school..."

Ruckus, being deferential to whites, greeted her politely, "Don'chu worry, Mrs. DuBois, your precious li'l girl is safe on this bus."

She then kissed her daughter's cheek, "Bye, sweetie. Love you."

"Love you too, Mommy" Jazmine waved off her mother before stepping on the bus as Ruckus' smile changed to a somewhat scrutinizing look, "Well, ain'tchu a pretty li'l girl..." As Jazmine got on the bus, before she was able to fully walk past the old man, he grabbed her by the back of her hair, making her squeal a little as he chided her, "You outta think about some hair relaxer. Nappier than a wolf's behind." And Jazmine's smile faded as she sat down on an empty seat.

Huey and Riley were about to step onto the bus, but Ruckus started to frisk them, "Y'all lil n**gas ain't allowed no weapons, no drugs, no alcohol, and certainly no rap music on this... Aha!" Ruckus pulled a pencil out from Huey's hoodie pocket, "What'chu thinkin' 'bout bringin' this on my bus?"

"You mean a mechanical pencil?" Huey raised his eyebrow but was silenced by Ruckus, "Since it's the first day of school, I'll be nice and let'chu ride this here bus, but get to the back of the bus, and dont'chu even think about lookin' at the white girls, understand?"

Riley, who understood that in this day and age, sitting in the back of the bus meant you were 'cool', went to his spot eagerly, while Huey shook his head at his brother's foolishness and sat on the opposite row, looking out the window, watching the same-looking houses of suburbia pass by.

Meanwhile in another part of the neighborhood, dressed in a relatively prudish looking school uniform of a white polo shirt, a blue vest and a khaki knee-length skirt, Shauna felt quite out of place as she stepped of the bus on to the Wuncler Academy campus. Still, it was nice to go to a school that had an actual lawn like she'd seen in One Tree Hill and Degrassi reruns. May as well make the best of her situation, walking inside as the warning bell rang.

Trying hard to find her first class, Shauna was so focused on the paper with her schedule, she failed to notice her walking into someone until she found herself on the ground looking up at the ceiling, and saw a hand reaching towards her, "Hey, sorry about that. You're new here, right?"

"Uh... yeah." Shauna used the boy's hand to help herself back up, "I'm Shauna Freeman."

The boy smiled "Chris Kirschenbaum. Need any help?" He took the schedule and smiled, "Hey, we have the same Homeroom and English classes together. I know where it is." And without waiting for an answer, Chris eagerly led the new girl to their homeroom, caught in the act by a bleached blonde girl, glaring coldly at them.

Mr. George Petto considered himself an ordinary man. He wasn't particularly remarkable, though his introduction to Huey Newton Freeman was quite a test to his patience. When he'd tried to introduce himself to the boy before class, Huey gave a mini-lecture about how 'evil' his position was by 'enforcing the white supremacist power structure that is the United States educational system'.

Still, he was determined to have some sort of sense of normalcy as he stood in front of the class, announcing, "Class, we have two new students to the school this year: Let's give a warm welcome to Huey Freeman and Jazmine DuBois. Huey, why don't you introduce yourself first."

Huey took a step forward and began, "I realize that I'm probably the first real black person most of y'all have ever seen. And I don't want to be here any more than you want me here, but we're stuck together. So don't start none, won't be none. Y'all got beef and I'll break my foot off in your ass Jackie Chan style-understood?"

Mr. Petto sighed, "Charming... charming young man..."

"Goes double for you, Mr. Sarcasm..." Huey went to an empty seat as Mr. Petto continued, "And now, Miss DuBois, introduce yourself."

Jazmine nodded and faced the students and started to speak, "Hi, My name is Jazmine. My family just moved here from Washington D.C. I'm glad to be here, even though Huey says it's an evil place. Um... I like reading and playing outside, and when I grow up I wanna be a veterinarian, even though I'm allergic to cats."

"You're leaving something out, Soul Sista!" Huey yelled from his seat, and Jazmine continued, "Oh, and both of my parents are lawyers!" She smiled happily before taking the empty seat next to Huey, who groaned, somewhat annoyed as Jazmine's obliviousness.

Mr. Petto nodded and began writing an assignment on the blackboard before a boy named Charlie, sitting behind Jazmine, raised his hand and announced loudly, "Mr. Petto, I can't see the board, Jazmine's hair is in the way"

"Go ahead and move, Charlie," Mr. Petto agreed as a few whispers about Jazmine's hair were heard around her.

"She looks like she stuck her hand in a socket..."

"What's with that tumbleweed?"

A few of the other kids started to snicker as Jazmine attempted to shrink down in her seat, bulling her hood over her hair. Huey, while feeling somewhat sorry for Jazmine, said nothing as he didn't see it as his problem, as it was Jazmine's problem to deal with. It wasn't his fault she couldn't accept her natural hair as he had.

Meanwhile in Riley's class, Ms. Peterson, a strict disciplinarian, ran her classroom with the same fierceness she ran the women's prison she was once a corrections officer for. Still, she was much softer with her class than the prisoners. After all, second graders were easy to keep in line with a few stern words.

Clearing her throat, Ms. Peterson announced, "Children, let's give a Wildcats welcome to our new student, Riley Freema-"

"Escobar."

Raising en eyebrow, Ms. Peterson asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Freeman?"

"My new name is Riley Escobar. You betta recognize!"

"Mr. Freeman, I'm losing my patience..."

"Say 'Freeman' one more time! I dare you, I double dare you, b***h! Say it one more f***in' time!"

Unmoved by the tirade, Ms. Peterson asked somewhat threateningly, "How does Mr. Freeman feel about a week's detention during your lunch?"

"Okay, see-" Riley stood up, "now Esco gonna hafta put the smack down on-"

Before the wannabe thug could finish, Ms. Peterson cracked a wooden ruler on her desk, splintering it and scaring most of the other children in the class as she honed in on the boy, "Young man, you will report to detention every day this week during lunch, is that understood?"

Instead of being fearful, Riley smirked, taking the hastily scribbled note and sat back in his seat, leading the other students to stare at him in awe and fear.

At recess, Jazmine walked to the water fountain as a few other kids poked fun at her hair.

"Bad hair day, huh Jazmine?" Brenda smirked. Jennifer, a blonde girl with pigtails, asked innocently, "Jazmine, Buddy said your hair would grow if I poured water on it. Is it like a Chia Pet?"

Billy sang the familiar commercial jingle as the three of them laughed while Jazmine walked away, sullen, towards Huey who sat under a tree meditating while Jazmine sat down near him, sighing, "Why do they make fun of my hair? It's not that bad, it's just frizzy." She huddled her knees up to her chin, "Why don't they like me?"

Huey, listening to Jazmine, turned to her and asked, bluntly but genuinely wanting to help her, "Question is, why do you care what they think?" Before Jazmine could answer, the bell rang, and everyone went back to their classes.

Shauna was grateful for packing her own lunch. But instead of bringing a drink from home, she had a couple dollars she wanted to get change for, so she waited in the lunch line patiently, until she got to the cash register, finding a familiar face, much to her displeasure.

"Ruckus?! What are you doing here?"

"Workin' wunna my many jobs, Miss Jungle Bunny. What do y'want in this school? Aint'cha know that these chill'ins got a future. Unlike yourself, what with those two lil boys o'yours..."

"You mean my brothers?" Shauna raised an eyebrow before changing the subject, "Look, I just want change for a dollar."

"You wanna dollar, you gotta work for it instead'a waitin' on that welfare money!" Ruckus yelled at Shauna, but Shauna was undeterred, "I want change for a dollar, fat-ass!"

"I dunno whatchu wanna change, but'chu ain' getting' no money from me, no sir."

Frustrated, Shauna yelled out "Forget it!" and got out of line, grumbling and tried to find a table to sit at, hearing a meek voice, telling her, "I have change if you want." The girl turned around to see a girl dressed in a somewhat more modest version of the school uniform and wearing a blue headscarf over her head, smiling meekly, "I learned to carry a lot of quarters because of him."

After exchanging a paper dollar for four quarters and going to get a Diet Wuncler Cola from the soda machine, Shauna came back, introducing herself to the girl, who introduced herself back, "I'm Nalia Al-Saleem. I've been here since last year."

"You ever get used to Ruckus?" Shauna asked while Nalia shook her head, "Eventually, he becomes white noise. It's lucky my mother packs my lunch and my father takes me to school," she smiled as she opened her lunchbox, full of a kind of tiny turnovers, a creamy sauce, and some pickles.

"What's that?" Shauna asked, pointing to the little dumplings.

"Sambuseh. Mama fills them with cheese and mushrooms usually. What about you? What did your mom pack?"

"Um, I packed my own lunch, actually. And a ham and Swiss sandwich," Shauna was about to offer it to her but remembered something, "You... you guys don't eat pork do you?" Nalia shook her head but smiled slyly, "No, but I'll give you two of these for your cosmic brownie." Shauna eagerly traded as she popped a sambuseh in her mouth, "These are so good!"

When Mr. Petto left the class for an 'important meeting', he told the class to behave accordingly. Of course, being kids, that usually meant that no work got done, and several kids got out of their seats to talk to friends, stretch their legs, or, in Brenda's case, tease Jazmine about her hair.

She touched the afro puff and pulled her hand away, "Your hair hurts, Jazmine! Charlie, come feel this!" Charlie came up to the girl and touched her hair, exclaiming in faux-pain, "It really does." Billy, curious himself, touched Jazmine's hair and laughed, while Jazmine faked a smile.

Huey got out of his own seat and glared at the kids, "There a problem?"

"Oooh, Jazmine's boyfriend's here to save her." Charlie snickered as Jazmine spoke up "Everything's fine, we're just having fun."

"Jazmine you are not a petting zoo attraction," Huey scolded her, "Why are you letting them treat you like that?" Instead of giving an answer, Jazmine looked up at Huey with a pleading look, wanting less attention at the moment, before sucking in his breath, "Fine, have it your way..."

Shauna and Nalia, finding they shared their last two classes together, decided to walk to class together, talking about the MTV Video Awards that aired the week before, but they were approached by a group of three girls, and the blonde, apparently the leader of the group, spoke to Shauna, "Look here, Moesha. I know you're trying to steal my man, aren't you?"

With a look of genuine confusion, Shauna asked, "What are you talking about?" She then realized that she was talking about Chris, the boy who helped her and shared two of her classes, "Wait, you mean Chris? Look, I don't wanna steal no one's man, he just helped me find my class..."

Fearful about the new girl's undeferential attitude, Nalia whispered, "That's Mackenzie Hazel. Her dad's the mayor of Woodcrest..."

"Hmph, I guess it's fair you don't know who I am, new girl." Mackenzie then glared at Shauna, "Listen, Moesha. You. Do. Not. Cross me. Ever. Understand?"

"Yeah, okay, sure..." Shauna just nodded, "I don't even know you anyway."

"You didn't hear the little terrorist?" Mackenzie was getting annoyed, "My name is Mackenzie Hazel, my dad is the mayor of this town! And if you ever cross me, I can make your life hell, got it?!"

Now Shauna was getting annoyed as she took a step forward, her Southside roots beginning to show, "Look, dont'chu call my friend a terrorist!" At the word 'friend', Nalia's ears perked up as Shauna continued, "Besides, I ain't ever care about who your daddy is or who your man is. I just wanna go to my next class and go home to watch reruns of One Tree Hill, a'ight?"

Mackenzie, as well as a small croud of students gathered around them was stunned. No girl, especially not this... this... ghetto ass girl, ever talked to her like this. Still, as she'd gotten a nose job the week before and didn't want to ruin it in a fight, Mackenzie scoffed and walked off, while her two followers followed like little sheep.

"You... you called me your friend?" Nalia spoke up, smiling slightly as Shauna turned to her smiling back, "Well, yeah. You don't just give a Cosmic Brownie to just anyone, right?"

Meanwhile, Mackenzie huffed as one of her followers asked, "What are you gonna do about her?"

"Nothing yet, Astrid," she turned around, "She'll figure out soon who she's messing with..."

Being in the 2nd grade, Riley had an earlier lunch than his brother, and after he'd eaten the slop that was a standard school lunch, he walked to the assigned lunch detention room, where a few other kids were sitting with school work.

Riley gave the note to the teacher, a very tired looking blonde woman who turned to the boy, seemingly not noticing that he's a new student, asking "Got any work to do?"

"Nah, I ain't got nuthin'."

"Oh... well, just watch a video until lunch is over, and don't wake me up unless something's on fire." She stood with a yawn and went to the sofa in the back of the classroom, falling asleep almost as soon as she hut the cushions. Riley then smirked as he sat at an empty close to the middle of the room, thinking to himself, "Detention ain't so bad..."

After lunch, Huey was at his spot attempting to meditate again as Jazmine approached him. Instead of acknowledging her presence, Huey ignored her.

"Huey, don't be mad..."

"I'm always mad. It's sort of my thing..."

"Huey, I mean..." Jazmine gulped, "I'm sorry for-"

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to yourself!" Huey stoped his meditation, looking up at the poor girl, who herself asked, "What am I supposed to do, Huey?!"

"Stand up for yourself! You gotta beat the respect out of them!"

"You can't make friends by fighting!"

Huey sighed and started to walk away as Jazmine sadly confessed, "I just want people to like me..."

"No, you want them to like you," Huey gestured to the kids, "If you don't wanna have any respect for yourself, go ahead..." And Huey walked off, leaving Jazmine standing in place sadly as leaves blew around her.

Huey couldn't help but feel bad for speaking so harshly to Jazmine. She really wasn't that bad, just naively optimistic about how people really were. She had to learn how the world really worked at some point. Someday she'd thank him... But it doesn't change the fact he felt bad for yelling at her.

This feeling lasted for both of them until P.E., which was near the end of the day, all the fourth grade classes were on the playground, some kids were running laps, others were playing basketball. Jazmine was attempting to jump rope as Billy and Brenda stood around her, teasing her.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to stick forks in electric sockets?" Billy teased while the other kids laughed.

Huey, who was practicing tai-chi in a grove of trees far away enough form everyone else, saw this and sighed as he heard an unfamiliar voice, "You know what you have to do, Huey."

Looking around, Huey saw a man in a suit, dark sunglasses and white hair, glaring up at the man, "All I have to do is be black and die!"

"You also have to live with yourself..."

"She didn't want my help..."

"Jazmine's still your friend, even if she hurt your feelings."

"She didn't hurt my feelings, and I ain't fighting no one's battles for them..."

"I thought with a rap sheet as big as yours, you'd find some reason to fight..."

"How do I know you're real?"

"You don't, that's the beauty of it, isn't it. Anyway, I can't force you to do anything, you'll do what you want anyway..." When Huey blinked, the white-haired man was gone. Was that man real? Before Huey could muse this question, he heard Jazmine cry in pain.

Turning in that direction, he saw that she'd been pushed down on the ground by Buddy, a redheaded boy, while Ruckus, raking some leaves, did nothing to stop the kids as Brenda taunted, "Y'know, you're like Mariah Carey, except she's pretty. You're more like Mariah Scary!"

"Yeah, Mariah Scary!" Billy yelled as Jazmine started to cry, curling up into a ball, lifting up her head as she heard Huey's voice, "Leave her alone."

Buddy turned to Huey and glared at him, "Mind your own business, ghetto-ass. I ain't scared of you. It's three of us against one," and ended emphatically with a shove, knocking Huey back a few steps, "What, am I supposed to push back?" He looked at Jazmine, tears still streaming down her face, "Well, I ain't gonna push back, I'm better than that."

"Better? The hell-" Buddy was interrupted by a punch to the cheek as Huey yelled, "I'mma knock yo' punk ass out!" Billy and Charlie attempt to rush him, but Huey manages to furiously black their attacks with his kung-fu knowledge as a crowd of students surrounded them.

From his classroom, Riley caught a glimpse of the fight on the playground, smirking as he opened the window, ignoring Ms. Peterson's protests as he climbed out the ground-floor window, running towards the commotion before jumping on Buddy's back, making the boy lose his balance as Billy attempted to punch Huey, but he tilted down to where Billy only punched his afro.

Eventually, Ms. Peterson and another teacher managed to separate the four boys, furiously demanding, "What is going on here?"

"I saw the whole thing!" Ruckus ran up to the crowd and pointed to Huey and Riley, "They started it, them n**ga hooligans!"

"No, they didn't. But-" Jazmine attempted to protest, but Ms. Peterson, already annoyed at Riley's antics throughout the day, was in a very punishing mood and pulled both boys to the principal's office as Jazmine attempted to follow, but was stopped by Mr. Petto, who noticed Jazmine's cut knee and gave her her backpack, "why don't you go to the nurse? It's close to the end of the day anyway."

It was a moment of sympathy the jaded teacher had for the young girl. Had Mr. Petto been bullied like she was? Probably not for his hair, but he could understand somewhat of being pushed to the ground more often than he could count. Jazmine nodded and took the note to go to the nurse's office.

School let out at Wuncler Academy about an hour earlier than at J. Edgar Hoover, so Shauna was home by three o'clock, coming home to a very irate grandfather, grumbling to himself, "Why do I bother with those li'l n**gas, why do I try?"

"What happened Granddad?" Shauna set her backpack down as she walked to the living room, "Don't tell me the school had a socialist revolution just on the first day... Did it?"

"No, those damn brothers of yours were fighting Kung-fu style and got detention! I swear, everything I do for them..."

"But the school is still standing, right?" Shauna couldn't help but smirk at her grandfather's worry.

"Okay, just for that sass, you can go pick 'em up from school. Interrupted my dream with Dorothy Dandridge too..."

Shauna rolled her eyes, "Okay, Let me change at least," and walked upstairs. When she came back down, Granddad was already asleep in his recliner, mumbling in his sleep, "awful nice of you to bring those fishing poles Miss Dorothy..."

In detention, proceeded over by the same teacher from Riley's lunchtime detention, the Freeman brothers sat in seats next to each other. Huey looked out the window and sighed, "Why did I do that? I wanted to kill him... All because he pushed Jazmine down..."

Riley teased him, "You just a regular ol' Captain Save-A-Hoe, huh?" Huey was about to hit the boy before hearing a tap against the window, The boys looked out the window and saw the familiar looking auburn afro.

Huey opened the window and saw Jazmine, asking somewhat coldly, "Yeah?" Jazmine looked up at him shyly, holding up a half a sandwich and a cosmic brownie. "If you're hungry," Jazmine explained.

"I'm fine," Huey's stomach betrayed him, growling loudly before he asked, "There's no pork that sandwich, right?"

"No, it's turkey!" Jazmine handed the food and a bottle of water to Huey as she told him, "I... I told them you didn't start the fight, but-"

"It's okay," Huey spoke to Jazmine in a softer tone, "No good deed goes unpunished..."

Jazmine smiled sweetly as she thanked him, as Huey, while not exactly smiling, gave a nod to her as she went to sit on the grass.

"Aw man, you got food from that hoe?!" Riley, jealous his nerd of abrother is getting more bitches than him, attempted to steal the food, and they started fighting again.

Once free from the school, Shauna, dressed in a violet sweater and jeans, walked the boys and Jazmine towards home as Riley talked excitedly about detention being nicer than at their old school.

"Glad to see you adjusted well Riley," Shauna turned to Jazmine, "How was school Jazmine? Make any friends?"

"Not exactly. A lot of kids made fun of my hair, and one boy even pushed me down and I scraped my knee and I cried in front of them..."

"Well, that sucks-"

"Oh, but then, Huey came in and started to fight him. But only after Buddy hit him first. And then Riley jumped on Buddy as Huey and Charlie were fighting each other." Jazmine's eyes sparkled as if she were talking about some dashing hero as Huey blushed.

Shauna couldn't help but smile at her brother, "Well, looks like you made an impression, huh Huey?"

"And what would that be?" Huey looked up at his sister somewhat annoyed at the attention he was getting, blushing deeper. Shauna smiled, "Don't mess with Southside!"

"For real!" Riley yelled and ran ahead of the group, making Shauna laugh.

Next Chapter: I Ain't Saying She a Gold Digger. Granddad gets a new girlfriend, but there's something off about her; she runs way too fast in heels, she keeps asking if he's a cop and ducks whenever she sees a man in a purple suit. But is it really just a fling, or is there something more?

Also, yes, the man in the suit is White Shadow. Foreshadowing his proper introduction!