Judgements

Chapter 1

Hate

"Journey!"

I rapidly ran downstairs before it was too late, she sat there reading her newspaper as always.

"Yes mum." I answered.

"Could you please go to the shops and get toilet roll darling." She pleaded.

"Okay." I answered as she tossed the money to Me.

I grabbed my goose jacket and slid on my Calvin Klein sliders before leaving the house. I took a deep breathe as I walked down the streets, I never had a problem going outside, that was because no one recognised my presence, I was literally a shadow, and when I was recognised, they'd call me 'the rich coloured girl.' My mum always told me people called me that only because they was jealous that I was rich and beautiful.

Honestly sometimes I wished that I wouldn't be rich, or even have a darker complexion, my mum was from India and my dad was Grenadian, I can't be ungrateful because due them I have beautiful hair and a smooth complexion, well that's what I see, unfortunately not everyone agrees with that. I went to one of the best private schools in England, had high grades, well that's expected since I'm the daughter of a famous Architect (mum) and doctor (dad), everyone expects me to walk in their footsteps, when honestly I wanted to be completely different from them, I wanted to help those who were poor, those who had no parents, the ones in need, but I'm never allowed to express my own opinion, well there isn't anyone to express it to.

I continued my walk to the shop which was in between the rich end and the less wealthy end.

I walked past a group of drunkies before opening the door hearing the bells go off.

"Hey Frank!"  I waved at the shop owner.

"You alright love?" He asked and I nodded in response.

I looked for the toilet roll but couldn't find it, just as I was about to leave I saw it on the top shelf, I went on my tip toes attempting to grab it but failed.

I felt a warm presence behind me, soon I saw arms reach over above me and grab the toilet roll, I turned around and saw a mixed race boy, well I'm glad someone came and help me, we stared at each other for about two second before he handed me the tissue.

"Thank you."
He nodded at me and moved out the way so I could pay.

I walked over to the cashier and handed him ten pounds when the tissues was only two pounds, so I decided to grab some snacks when I bumped into the freezer and dropped two bottles of coke.

"Oh sorry, let me pay for it."
I tried picking the glass up so I could put them in the bin, but the same boy who helped me grab the tissue beat me to it, he grabbed a broom and started sweeping the glass.

"No it's okay, I dropped it so let me clean it." I tried to grab it out his hand but he wouldn't let go.

"No it's okay." I still ignored him and tried to take it when he pushed me back causing me to stumble.

"Ouch." I muttered as I hit the corner of the shelf.

"Xavier! Stop pushing my clients." Frank shouted which made me raise my eyebrow in confusion as I thought to myself 'how did he know him.'

"Sorry dad, but she was getting in my way of cleaning." He looked up to me a screwed me.

"Okay but don't go pushing her, her parents are the Thomas', if it weren't for costumers like her we wouldn't be getting as much money." He snapped back at his son.

Honestly, he wasn't exactly wrong, Frank wasn't in the rich end of the area, he stayed at where people called 'the broken houses,' in the that area there were many homeless people, the houses were already broken and crimes were committed there almost every week.

I sighed and found my balance before walking back up to the cashier, I put the packet of chocolate beside the toilet roll and handed him the ten pounds.

"Thank you!" I said about to walk out before he spoke up.

"Wait Journey! You forgot your change!" He shouted for me.

"Oh no, please keep it, I broke two bottles."

"Those bottles were only a pound fifty, it's not a problem."

"No sir, please keep it, else I'd feel bad for breaking the bottles and just leaving."

He sighed and nodded at me, clearly realising that I was going to keep arguing back.

"We don't need your filthy money, don't suddenly start acting remorseful." Xavier muttered under his breathe making sure no one heard it, however I caught what he said clearly.

I looked back at him with a saddened face, this wasn't even remorse, and the money was definitely clean money, my parents worked hard for that, I was just trying to help.

I looked into his eyes and he did the same but had a scowl printed on his face.

I lightly shook my head and walked out he shops on my way home.

It was quite dark around the area since it was September, I always found it scary to walk here by myself especially since I always watched horror movies.

There was a loud group of boys across the road who stared at me for quite sometime, i tried my hardest to ignored their stares and continued walking.

"Excuse me miss?" One of the boys called out for me but I continued to walk.

"Oi! He's talking to you." Another one yelled out as I started to speed walk.

They crossed the road and walked even faster, I felt someone tug on my arm causing me to jump.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

The boy stared at me for a good second analysing my body.

"I'm guessing she's rich." He told his friends that stood beside him.

"Anyways what do you have in that bag?" He pointed towards my hand.

"Nothing." I tried to walk away but I was pulled back by the same boy.

"What do you mean..."

"Isn't she one of the Thomas'?" His friend cut him of.

That was what I was hoping they did not realise, for some reason everyone detested the Thomas', just because of our class and complexion, to them we were betrayers, that was because in the rich side the people were mostly Caucasian, and in the broken homes they were mostly coloured.

"Stop!" I yelled as he tried to grab the back at my hand.
I held onto it tighter since I knew I would get in trouble if I came back empty home handed.

"Who's she yelling at, she goes against her own kind." Another boy spat.

I let go of the bag and started running towards my house, all I wished was for others to accept me for who I am, me being rich doesn't mean I'm a betrayer, my parents struggled before they became who they are today.

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