Love My Color

Chapter 1 (Kimberly- Ann)

My first general fiction :D i hope i do good with it and not hate it later :/. And to be honest it took forever to think of something new and creative but i have a feeling shit like this will start popping up OUT OF "NO WHERE" -.-.... lets see how far this goes...

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"CATCH THAT NIGGER!"

I didn't understand where the sudden burst of energy had come from but before i knew it I found myself running from a local shop owner with some of his employees chasing after me. I ran as far as my athletic-built legs would take me. I foolishly looked back to see that they were gaining speed but nearly tripped over both my legs when I saw the shop owner pulled out a shot gun.

I went falling feeling my legs give out suddenly. Next thing i knew i was on the floor as the shop owner and his employees surrounded me.

"Thats Kimmy-Ann," On the the employees said. The shop owner laughed in his New York accent and looked at the employee.

"You know this blackie?" He scoffed with a slick smile.

"Yes, shes Sister Joannes granddaughter." The man replies. The owners smile quickly disappeared and scowled at his worker.

"Stop associating yourself with the blacks there nothin' but trouble making niggers. Here's an example," he gestured his hand at me. I tried to defend myself but the pain kept me from saying actual words causing croaking ans squeaking noises from my mouth. The shop owner bitterly laughed at me holding his over sized belly but his laughing quickly turned to coughing but he was still smiling that evil smile. 

"Look, the monket child can't even speak!" He mocked my noises and the second employee laughed with him but the first one looked at me with sympathy. My vision started to fade the more blood i lost.

"Oh Kimmy what are gonna do with you..."

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I started to wake up from my anesthesia and found myself in a hospital. I observed my surrounding. I was in one of the hospitals that used to be only for the whites and I must admit if i had to be hospitalized a few years ago i would want to be white. The walls where a clean angel white with cleans blue and white tiled floors and the latest technology for Aid, Much better than the old negro hospitals.

My train of thought was disturbed when i heard my momma yelling outside my rooms door.

"WHAT? THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY!" I'm guessing she got the bill.

"Ma'am everybody needs to make a living.." That must be the doctor. They went at it for a few minutes but i decided not to listen to the bad things. I slid of the white blanket to inspect my wound. Gun shot to my thigh. I hurt a little bit if i touched it but I don't think its was that bad.

"IF A WHITE WOMAN CAME IN HERE WITH THE SAME ISSUES HER BILL WOULD BE LOWER!  HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO PAY FOR THIS?!" Oh Momma. I rolled my eyes and proceeded  to poke and prod at my wound bandages. They did a good job. Moments later a nurse came into my room. I couldn't help but to notice her race. She was nice but white. I didn't know how to feel at first but she flashed me a big smile. 

"Hey how are you feeling?" she asked nicely. I smiled at her and attempted to run my hand through my natural hair. It was big and puffy. I don't how many times my mom tried to put a hot comb through it and I refused.

"I'm okay it just hurts when I touch it." i replied wyrly. She walked towards me and inspected my bandages. 

"Yeah a gun wound can do that to yah." She said with a friendly laugh. I couldn't help but laugh with her. She was the nicest white lady I've ever known. I scratched my head indicated my hair was growing, again. She looked up at my full head of hair and looked amused by it.