CORETTA
"Lorreen! Hurry up! You are makin us late for Preach Jim's sermon and i will not be missin' it AGAIN because of you! Momma and me both gotta take a shower, so you best be gettin' out!" Coretta banged on the door, trying to get her older sister's attention, which only made her sing louder. Lorreen thought she had an angel voice, but really, her voice just sounded like a bag of angry cats. Correta smirked to herself as momma ambled around the corner. " Come on now Lorri, get up on outta there. You already done used all the hot water so there ain't a use of you bein' in there. " Momma scolded. If there's one thing to know about momma, it's that she always get's her way. Always.
Reluctantly, Lorreen sauntered out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, with her Sunday best draped over her arm. " Momma, you didn't even give me time to get dressed!" " Well, that's just too bad, now aint it, prissy pants? You go on and get dressed. We're gonna be late!'' Momma hated being late. Correta had since snuck into the bathroom and undressed. She was about to get into the shower when her reflection caught her eye. Suppressed memories began to surface as she stared at her mocha skin .....When she was a little girl, a white boy had kicked dirt on her white dress and called her the N word. Coretta ran home crying and confused. Why did the boy do that? Coretta was nothing but nice to him. When she got home, her father had explained : " white folk down here don't perticuly' like us black folks. So you got to be extra careful not to mess wif em. Some of em got meanness in their hearts. But i want you to hear me loud and clear, dont you eva' intentionally hurt anyone, regardless of color." Coretta lived by those words. Sadly, her father was killed not even a year later in a lynchin'. Hate crime, perpetrated by the KKK, a large racist group in the South. A loud BANG brought her back to reality. She stepped out of the bathroom to see what was happening. "Sorry yall, it slipped," Lorreen yelled. "Oh lord, give me strength." Momma was fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a sure sign she was geting stressed. "Now," Coretta cooed," why dont you just come over here and sit down momma. I'll bring you some water and you relax why im takin my COLD shower, ya hear." she said cold extra loud, just so lorreen would hear. "hmph." Lorreen huffed. Coretta felt great satisfaction in that.
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The preacher talked for what seemed like hours
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The Veteran Of Creative Suffering
General Fiction1958. Coretta Davis. She was a no name girl, living in a no name town somewhere in southern Georgia. She lived a normal life for a black girl with plans on changing the "normal" part.Coretta was on the fast track for success. That is, until June 15...
