The next day at school, I tried to find Charles. I weave in and out of kids who looked like him. The only reason I found him was because of his eyes. I hurried to his locker before he left for class. His eyes quickly darted toward the ground.
"I almost lost you." I said chuckling. This was the most awkward exchange in my life.
"I have to go, talk to you later." He said nervously. He then disappeared into the rush of zombies. I sighed. Does he like me? What's wrong with me? Am I too dark? While sulking in my own personal pity party, Alicia comes over.
"What's wrong, G? She asked.
I just flat out asked, "Is my skin pretty?" Tears were starting to form at my eyes. She was surprised by the question. She put her arm around me.
"You are stunning and anyone who can't see that is stupid." She answered. I was immediately lifted out of my stink. I don't know what I should be ashamed of, if he doesn't like me that's his problem. But, I still feel that my skin is why he won't talk to me. He'll come around, someday.
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Blackie
Teen FictionGeorgia hates her skin. Her family and friends don't understand why. When a certain someone (Charles) takes notice in her, her perception of beauty changes. Some from Georgia's past comes back to haunt her it and it could end her life.
