Meeting Kerri

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE:

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The bed in here was soft and comfortable not like mine back home. After laying for a while I drifted of to sleep, having a rather random dream.

~Kerri's Dream~

Shane was standing in front of me giving me his fabulous smile, I smiled back loving how close we were. "Kerri can I ask you something?"

"Of course." I replied giggling a little.

"Can I please kiss you?" My heart stopped beating. He wanted to kiss me? I nodded as he leaned in caressing my cheek, and when his soft lips touched mine I felt like I was flying..

“Kerri?” I felt someone shaking me. Startled, I sat up quicker than I should have and noticed it was Shane. I felt my cheeks flame up, thinking of the dream I’d just had. He was hovering over me like some sort of… god. I knew he must have some sort of abs underneath that shirt. “Kerri? It’s time for dinner.” He said chuckling, I got up hurriedly, hoping he hadn’t noticed my staring.

“Sorry, I was kind of sleeping.” I laugh nervously, following him down the stairs. Making my way all the way down, wonderful smells surrounded me, which wasn’t like dinner in New York. Two white adults stood at the stove, laughing and talking casually, but when I walked in they looked like they’d just seen a ghost.

When in reality I was the exact opposite. Being black and all.

“Oh, it’s nice to meet you!” The woman exclaimed, smiling wildly, and pulling me into a hug. “Please, sit down!” She gushed with the biggest smile on her face. I definitely felt welcomed.

She removed the lids off of the pots of food which consisted of chicken and potatoes and everything else you could imagine. I was glad for the big choices of food. A girl that looked around my age came skipping into the kitchen, when she saw me she stopped then picking the chair on the far side of the table she sat. She glared towards me the whole time, ignoring her  I stabbed my fork into my chicken. “Pass the pepper please?” She questioned, adding emphasis on the word pepper, probably because it’s black. Like someone else in the room!

“Sarah!” Her mother scolded.

“Karen, she just asked for the pepper.”

“David, I don’t care it was rude.” Well, now I knew the two parents went by the names of Karen and David. Too formal. “That was wrong of Sarah. Now hon sit down and eat your vegetables.” She did as told hanging her head over her plate. The room fell silent which was a tad awkward, but I continued to stuff my face with the unusually good fried chicken.

After dinner was over, I willingly helped Karen with the dishes. “So, should we go uniform shopping tomorrow?” She asked, applying soap to the sponge in which she applied to the kitchenware. I was going to be the rinser in the situation.

“Um…uniform?” Crap, I hadn’t realized we’d have to wear a uniform. “Karen, we have to um, wear them? We cant wear regular clothes?” I ask, appalled by the idea of wearing some stuffy uniform every single day. It would just be too… boring. I was Kerri and I was definitely not boring.

“Well, yes. I’m sorry I mean I know your kind-” did she just call us my kind? What the hell was that? I shut off the tap water, shooting her my death glare, and ran up the stairs trying to remember where my room was located. I ran through the first door I saw, while tears began leaking down my cheeks. People just assumed that we were different because the color of our skin. It wasn’t right.