My name is Cleopatra, but everybody calls me Cleo. I'm 17, and I'm from Chicago. My family and I are African-American. We just moved to New York, Bronx that is. What can I say? I love it. We've only been here a few months but I feel like I've lived here forever. I have a great group of friends, What more can a seventeen year old in this day and age ask for? I live in a big house in a crappy neighborhood, well at least to me it is. My family isn't poor but their not the richest folks either. Now don't get me wrong I love our house, it's like a mini mansion, only in the heart of the hood. I'd rather be living in uptown Manhattan somewhere with the rich white folks but instead I'm stuck here. I really don't understand why my father would move us out one hood all the way to another. But like I mentioned earlier I love it here so I can't complain to much. But there is one problem. I don't go to school with my friends and the rest of the neighborhood kids. I go to a school in some Italian neighborhood. Don't get me wrong it's a really nice school in all but I don't feel so comfortable there. There's a few Jewish, and black kids there but its mostly Italian. I'd much rather stay with my own people, I'm not racist, just not too familiar with others outside my race.
My personality is blunt I'm pretty straight forward, the serious type. Some people say that I'm stubborn, or come across as mean. But I'm actually a really sweet girl when you get to know me. I'm brown skin, 5'4, have long dark brown hair,and I have big brown eyes. Also I have freckles but you can only see them when your closely looking at my face. Some people say I look weird, and some say I look very beautiful. Which one is it it? I'll never know. I consider myself pretty average looking anyways.
I had just gotten out of school and I was tired and exhausted. I held on to my books tightly as I took my time walking to the bus stop. My heavy bag on my back causing my feet to hurt only slowed me down more. I was tired and wasn't about to tire myself out more trying to get to that stop. The bus was never on time anyways
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As I sat my books down I heard voices approaching quickly. I look up and see a group of boys walking my way.
"Oh would you shut up about that stupid car already?!" One of the boys shouted.
"Nah I ain't gonna shut up! If you two knuckle heads would of did what I told you to and got the body out of the car we wouldn't be taking the damn bus!" Another one shouted with his face turning red. He rubbed his hands through his hair. I could tell he was frustrated.
"Forget about the fucking car! I'm tired of hearing about it. We made a mistake alright, who hasn't. It was a tiny mistake. It's not a big deal there's other Cadillacs out there. We'll get you another one, buddy".
"Oh yeah? That Cadillac was special to me. It was my father's car"
"I'm sorry Pauly, get over here and give me a hug"
The two boys hugged each other and sat down on the bench beside me. One of the boys was shaking his leg nervously, the other pacing. As soon as the bus came the boy quickly stood up and held the door open for me, allowing me to enter the bus before him.
"What are ya doing Monte?" His friends questioned.
"Whataya mean what am I doing? I'm being a gentleman and holding the door open so this young lady can get on the bus. Is there a problem boys? He asked, His accent thick.
"Thank you" I say giving him a slight smile. The boy holding the door watched me as I walked on to the bus. I sat down in a seat by the window, the boys sitting in the disability seat near me. I held on to my books and stared out the window. The boys were loud so I heard their conversation. From time to time I would glance at them. As I stared out the window I felt eyes on me. I looked up and the nice boy who held the door for me was staring. I would stare at him too looking away only to find his eyes still on me. I saw a smile form on his lips, I smiled back. His face lit up. I looked away trying to keep myself from blushing but I couldn't help it, He was very handsome. He had short wavy black hair, and he was tall. His eyes were a light brown, but at times they appeared green. I was attracted to him and the thing that attracted me the most was his smile. It lit his face up, when he smiled you could see his dimples, and his big white teeth. I've never been attracted to a white boy before but this guy was changing me.
Authors Note-
Sorry this chapter was short and has a lot of mistakes. I'll go back and edit it when I have the time :)
