Stay Away From That White Boy (interracial) *No longer being updated*

Chapter 2 *Edited*

Chapter 2  *Edited*

(Lizzie's P.O.V)

"Lizzie wake up. We're here." I felt my dad lightly shake my leg making me groan and rub my eyes. As I scanned the neighborhood, I realized that we were now residing in a pretty new apartment complex. At least it's nice and not completely trashed. There were at least 10 two story buildings containing 4 apartments per floor. I studied the people walking around and realized that this was a moderately black neighborhood.

Sighing I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out. I should have known that we wouldn't get away from 'the hood' when we moved. Sadly, my dad wouldn't have allowed that. He would have thrown a fit if he knew that there were more whites than blacks or Mexicans. Even though I am nothing but ashamed to live in this family, I love my dad. If I didn't have him I would still be living with that monster and trust me, that wouldn't be my life.

"Stop daydreaming and come help me with the bags." I heard dad struggling from the back of the truck. I shook my head and hopped out of the car, trailing  along to the back to help. Once I got back there, I pulled my suitcase out feeling my dads eyes on me. "What?" I asked in annoyance without looking back at him. I hate being stared at. It makes me feel insecure. And that says something because I am the least insecure person you will ever meet.

"I just want to know why you did this to yourself?"  I automatically knew what he was talking about before he said anything. He meant my look and my whole personality. Claiming it's 'too white' for a black person. Whatever the hell that means. Let's give a few examples of what he hates, starting with my clothes. I wear mostly what people would call scene clothes or guys style. Yet I would say that it is more grunge than anything else. I've been looked at strangely so many times because of it but like I said before, I don't care.

Next, is because of the piercing, or should I say piercings, I got. Without his permission of course. He told me he was disappointed and didn't want me to get another one. But I did anyways. The second time I got a tongue ring. I got the silent treatment with that one. Don't get me started on what happened with the belly button ring.

Finally,  he is always judgmental on what music I listen to. He calls it white people music. Yeah not really a good term. He only expects me to be the daughter he has dreamed of. Well too bad dad.

"So, what I am hearing is, because I don't steal, do drugs, walk out in nothing but my pajamas, or join any gangs I am basically a disappointment?" I question him walking off with my bags. "You know that's not what I'm saying Lizzie." He said following suit.

"Sure sounds like it." I said as we got to the door of our new home. On the bottom floor might I add. I just really hope that there are no annoying little kids upstairs.

My dad soon came up next to me pulling out the keys.

"I'm not disappointed. I just wish you choose a better lifestyle."

"A black lifestyle?"

"Exactly." He opened the door to the apartment which wasn't too bad. It was already fully furnished, so thankfully I wouldn't have to struggle with carrying furniture. I sighed before taking my suitcases to my room. "Hurry and unpack. It's late and you have school in the morning"

"Yes dad." I said closing the door. My room wasn't necessarily small but it wasn't big either. There was a twin bed in the corner of the room free of sheets and a small closet on the right side of the door. It had a sliding door with a convenient mirror on it and on the inside it was just a clothing rod and a few shelves.

Dad had said that we would be allowed to paint the walls, which I was happy about. I just can't deal with plain white.

It took me about 30 minutes to unpack my stuff and once I was done, I didn't hesitate to land on the bare mattress for a good nights rest.