Zebrahead (interracial)

Oxymoron.

Brenda was probably one of the most dumbest smart people I have ever got the chance to meet.

Not that it mattered, but that's what she was.

She wasn't exactly a know it all, but she acted like she knew her stuff.

And to me, she didn't.

I got off the bus first, not looking back in her direction, and strolled the rest of the way home, hands in pocket my pockets, and sun beaming on my face.

"Well Daniel Byrd" A high pitched female voice that I would recognize from anywhere said.

A smile crept up my face and I turned around immediately opening my arms in expectation.

She jumped into my arms, and I got a sniff of my favorite perfume from her neck.

She finally calmed down, fixing my clothing that she moved slightly out of place. I moved my hand to touch her face. She grabbed my hand and kissed it. It was something about her, maybe it was the gorgeous dirty blonde hair, or her stunningly blue eyes that would turn as dark as the eye of the hurricane when I made her upset, or her Southern tan, or even her smile.

She was the wonderful Georgia Peacock.

" I tried to wait at your house. Actually, your mother insisted that I stayed there to wait for you with her, maybe help with supper but-" Her eyes lingered down to my torso, her hand following her gaze downward.

"I just couldn't resist seeing you now." Georgia purred, adding a sly smile.

Placing my hands on her hips, I leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips and two honks from a car had sounded.

It was my closest friend, Kenny.

"You want a lift?"

" We better just ride with you. You know my mama throws those hissy fits about being late for supper"

We laughed as I helped Georgia into the car and slammed the door shut behind me.

****
"Daniel would you stop hogging all the potatoes and pass me some please?!" My little sister, Dani begged.

Her real name was Danielle, but we had to nickname her Dani because of the fact that when our parents called us under the same roof, we never knew which one they wanted. Most people in the town even call her Dani, unless they're a total stranger, which is rare.

But she's just eleven year old Dani to me.

I pretended not to hear her and shoveled more mashed potatoes in my mouth.

"MAMA! DADDYYY! DANIEL IS EATING LIKE A PIG AND WON'T GIVE ME THE POTATOES LIKE I ASKED" Dani pouted and crossed her arms.

My father pushed the sleeves to his button up shirt up to his elbows. Fork in hand, he told my sister to calm down.

" Boy, stop horsing around at the table, and give your sister those potatoes."

I immediately obeyed. My father was not a man to be tested with.

"How was your day sweetheart?" Georgia and my mother said almost on one accord. This caused giggle to rise from the table.

" I have to stay after school everyday, for causing trouble in a class.."

"Already?!" My mother asked surprised.

As if I got in trouble a lot.

"It wasn't serious though mama I swear, it was just some coon trying to pick her right with me."

Georgia laughed. "Mrs. Byrd I just knew that those people would cause a problem. They always do."

"They should have never put those niggers in the school anyways is the point." My father said, food slightly coming from his mouth.
"All these presidents and politicians are getting too soft for me. We could be getting some real work done here in this nation but no, everyone wants to sing kumbya with those damn coonies."

I sat and listened as my parents and Georgia went on to talk about the negroes, and watched my little sister Dani pick at her food, wondering what was going on in her mind.

As I watched and peeked at Dani, tuning in and out of the dinner conversation, I thought about what Brenda had said earlier. The whole
"what have we ever done to you?" Rant.

Which at the time, was a good question.

"What had they ever done?"