Love My Color

Chapter 2 (Justin)

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"Justin! Aye wait up!" Ronnie yelled my way. I rolled my eyes and finished off my 3rd cigarette, dropping it to the floor and stamping it out with my foot. I turned back to see Mike, Ronnie, and Simon laughing and boasting about the recent episode with the two little girls they just tormented and talked about ways they could do it better next time.

"Oh look! Seems ike the two little monkey kids have a gorrilla for a mother!" Simon yelled from behind him. I stopped and turned myself around to see that they were yelling and laughing racial slurs and jokes at the mother and kids. Sometimes there where just sick.

Once they stopped and turned to me to see i wasn't laughing then caught up to me and tried to playfully push me around and punch me.

"Loosen up man. They're just niggers they don't get offended like we do," Mike said trying to reassure me, but honestly he sounded ignorant. "They're like...animals. You mess with 'em a little bit maybe cow tip 'em they're mad for a minute and they get over it. Were not doin' anything wrong."

I looked at Mike and scoffed. He's such and idiot.

"You don't know what your talking about," i murmured shaking my head. I didn't care for racisim and they all knew it. I don't know why I still hang with 'em.

"You sayin' all of the whites in the south don't know what there talking about?" Ronnie questioned me.

"Yes that's exactlyy what I'm sayin'," I snapped at him.

"Alright we know your not into tradition," Simon said trying to get on my good side. Good choice to cause he knows I could fuck them up in a heartbeat if i wanted to but i choose not to. "But come on if you start acting right you're own people are going to turn against you and no matter how white you are."

"Alright stop," i said placing another cig in my mouth and pulled out my lighter. "I'm done talking about color." And with that I lit my cig and walked a head of everybody else.

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I went into the downtown back alley, which was a wedge space inbetween and two tall buildings, and turned behind me to make sure nobody was following or staring at me. I turned to the front, bent down and lifed up a hatch in which i disguised with piled of garbage bags, and climbed down using the ladder built downward in the hole.

When i reached down to the bottom of the hole i reached my home. Literally. I was apart of the Goundies but i perfered to call them Family cause that's exactly how we treated each other regardless of race. We started out Fam about 3 years ago, building our rooms on one side of our underground palace and leaving the rest up to us to do what we pleased with it. Most of the time we don't argue about who gets what because we nearly dug under half off the city. We have plenty of space.

Most of the walls were made from concrete which some previous Groundies had made for us and the rest wood which i helped finish making along with the others. We don't discourage new people in fact anybody could come in and join us out of the blue if they wanted to we don't judge the only rule is you can't work for the cops or government. If you're not a rat for the feds you can join the rats under the city.

I hopped down from the ladder and turn the wall lever down turning all the hall lights. And made my way to the commons area. The heart of our home. It was so big it could hold up to 200 people but because more and more people decide to join us we had to create another one.

I jogged into the commons area where people of all shapes sizes and color expressed themselfs with cans of spray paint and clothing. I grabbed a gas mask and slid it on making sure i didn't inhale the toxic fumes of the paint. I greeting some guys and hugged some friends and jogged into Hall D3. I walked down this all looking for my room number while people were painting and writing on the gray walls making them come alive with vibrante colors and art works.

Finally i found my room, 394 and found somebody had painted over some of my paintings on my door. I rolled my eyes, God there is so much space in this damn hall ways why would somebody paint on my door of all places.

In my room i found on the floor some mail that must have been delivered to my old house and Danice much have have brought it to me. Danice is my ex girlfriend but a close friend i used to live with. I left she stayed simple.

I opened one up. This was from some annonymous girl whos been sending me love letters for the past 2 years of my life. I never found out who she was or how she knew me but i liked reading them cause they entertained me. It was scary how much she knew about me but it seems she was "in love" with me. Like i said i don't know the girl...

I read it. Once again she was stating some things about were she lives and how much she misses me. As i countinued reading a found out this letter isn't like other ones..

..Now i want to try something different. Justin i want you to know what i think about before i sleep at night and what i think of when i wake up in the morning and best of all what i dream about inbetween...

Now she had me on my toes. Ironically i sat down on my mattress now completly focused on the letter.

I've always wanted to feel your beautifully white skin pressed on mine..

I rolled my eyes. She can't be serious right now,

And as our bodies heat up with each touch i want your hands gripping my long, thick, silky blonde hair and for to get-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Damn.

I threw the letter to the sit and opened to door to see Jessie. He took off his gask mask and gave me a hand shake.

"Have you been paintin'?" He asked in his New Jeresy accent. I opened the door wide as he lets himself in.

"Nah just a bit of reading." I replied with a slight smiled. He smirked and snatched up the letter from my bed.

"I see that looney girl wrote to you again," He said trying to read the letter. I snatched it from his hands and grunted.

"Me not you. So what brings you by?' i asked with sarcasim. He grabbed the remote from my bedside table and clicked on the television to channle 4.

"Didn't you hear? Some sick doctor tried to rape somebody," He said staring at the TV. I was interested now and i sat in a pull out chair next to him. As we watched we said that is was live from the hospital me and the guys were hanging arounf earlier today. We saw the rape victim and her mom stand a certain distance from behind the new reporter and asked to interview them whenever she was reas. The girl shook her head and pushed away all the camera and microphones who tryed to attack her with questions.

The girl ran away with her mother chasing after her but not before scowling at all of the reporters before leaving. The title of this cover story was called "Victim Alledgedly Raped By Dr.Taylor". Alledgedly? It's either she was raped or almost raped or not. No middle-man.

I shook my head and clicked of the T.V. The media was sickening sometimes so to put myself at ease i opened up my table drawer and and pulled out some cans of spray paint and a gas mask.

Putting the mask on i tapped Jessie on the arm indicating i was leaving.

"I'm going to go paint you comin' or what?" I asked him. He put on his gas mask and picked up a can.

"Alright, lets go," He said and we head of the room.