Please Run Jay

Chapter One

Mama and Papa always told me to heard the sheep North. I never knew why. Maybe they were hiding some'in down South. But in the summer of 1970 I figured out why. My best friend named Lucas Hills or Lucas Phelps wasn't allowed to go to school. His Papa said that he needed him in the fields. Slavery wasn't popular anymore so we don't have none in Alabama. My school had all the whites in there. I had a next door neighbor that was a slave at a point in there pitied life. They're the black kind of slave. I don't like dropping that word around but I'm explain' it to you so I better add that in. My bike was rickety and old. Rusty at every joint. But a blazing red with blue accents. Showing off a bit of American love. I was 14. Should've been working in the fields but my states privileged. It was the last day of school until summer. "Hey dork! Hanging out with that slave again huh?! Why don't you join us for a smoothie?!" Tony shouted at me. "I know you're joking dude" I laughed and pulled up beside him. We would peddle so hard that our peddles would come loose and fly off. We'd have to push on the metal bar and hope that we wouldn't fall down on our asses. I had a sister named Lucy. We called her Lucky because she came down with the Measles at a young age and pulled through it. She was 7. I had an older brother whose name was Radar. But he ran away and died by the schools fields. It wasn't that sad. We recovered pretty quick. We had God there for us. Every Friday Mama would let us skip a chore or two so I was always looking forward to 'em. Today was May 19th. A Friday. "Bye Tony I'd better get goin'" I laughed under my breath.