Wesley Brown was only fifteen years old when her mother had left a note stuck to the fridge saying that she was gone, for good.
She didn't think it was real but she couldn't deny the scripted handwriting that only belonged to her mom.
It was meant for her father, stating that she had ran away with her long time boyfriend who was 15 years younger than her and that she would send the divorce papers soon.
Her sister didn't care, her father was stressed, and she was heartbroken for her mother had not only left her husband, but she had left her.
That was her first heartbreak, among many others. One guy had hurt her because his parents simply didn't want him to date a "black" girl. One guy hurt her because all he wanted was a fling. Another guy even broke up with her because she didn't have straight hair.
Due to this, Wesley had an identity crises. Was she ever going to be good enough? Was her skin the only barrier she had to a perfect life?
Her hair wasn't a golden straight that fell down her back with grace or even wavy. It was tight and curly, a jet black. Her eyes were a dull brown color, nothing special and just really dark.
All she's done is compare and compare with these girls who gets the guys, get the jobs, have money, and a good family. One thing they have in common, they're all light and have blue or green eyes.
White, the color of happiness and good. Black, the color of evil and darkness.
How could she think of herself as anything better than that?
Color doesn't matter, she should know that. But she will soon learn that there's a whole lot of other things that truly don't matter either.
Like Jason Montgomery.
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The Girl With The Yellow Umbrella
Short StoryJason Montgomery had always thought he knew his identity. He thought that those nagging "what ifs" were over now. His life was finally on track, a so called normal. His relationship was finally blossoming and they were ready to take the next step. B...
