Me and my Yapa (on hold)

Chapter 4 - Jasmine

Of an afternoon, most of the school kids hung out at the skate park. One of the girls had invited me before I had chosen Charlie, so I decided to check it out. I knew something was wrong as soon as I arrived though. When I arrived at school this morning I was greeted with squeals and hugs, now I was greeted with silence and a couple of quick glances. The difference was amazing. I tried talking to a couple of people but the only response was some looks filled with pity. I don't know why they pitied me though, I was the one who had found a true friend. Everyone here was shallow and superficial if they were ignoring me for choosing Charlie. After about 10 minutes I gave up and started walking home.
"Jasmine, hey, up here.'
I looked around for a minute before noticing Charlie waving at the window of a nice house. It was two story's with a neat garden. It was obvious that Charlie's 'parents' were rich. I looked around for a minute, trying to find a way to get to Charlie's window on the second floor. I quickly spotted a sturdy looking tree and climbed up. When I got the window she looked surprised about me climbing the tree but didn't say anything. We made small talk for a while until she finally asked the question that had obviously been on her mind since this morning.
"Why did you choose me?" She looked at me as she spoke her eyes telling me that she needed to know the truth. I thought for a minute before giving her my answers.
"Well you looked lonely,I was curious about you and the other groups were boring." She laughed at that. She was beautiful when she laughed. Her dark eyes sparkled and her teeth were a stark contrast to her brown skin. We said goodbye after that and I made my way home
The next day in school, I sat next to Charlie, when the teacher walked she looked over at us with surprise before greeting the class and getting on with the lesson. She gave us a few curious glances during the day, but I ignored them. None of the other students even looked at me.
At recess I followed Charlie to the big tree that she always sat under.
"Why do you sit here?" I asked her as we made ourselves comfortable.
"It reminds me of home." She said. I stayed quiet, sensing that she had more to say.
"We used to sit under trees like this every afternoon. We'd watch the boys go fishing. My mother and grandmother would weave of paint. I would build sand castles, look for shells or try to catch a fish." Charlie giggled at this memory. Then she didn't say anything else, although she seemed sad I could tell that she was happy to have shared something with me. I told her stories about my childhood and we laughed together at my mistakes.
"Can I invite a friend round tomorrow?" I asked my mother as we were making dinner. She was doing the meat and I was making a salad.
"Of course sweetie. Who were you thinking of?" I thought about how to answer this question.
"Umm, well. I was thinking of inviting Charlie." My mother looked up at me when I said this.
"The aboriginal girl?" I nodded.
"Well I don't think you should actually. We are, umm, busy tomorrow." I rolled my eyes at her lame excuse.
"Ok then, how about the day after?" I knew that this was going to lead to an argument but I kept going. My mother looked flustered and tried to make another excuse but I interrupted her.
"Why can't she come over? Because she's black? Why does that matter to you? She's my friend!" I was shouting now. My mother looked at me for a long time before sighing.
"We will talk about this when your father gets home, until then please go to your room." She said in a quiet but firm tone. I stormed off and went into my room, laid on the bed and thought about what Charlie's life was like before she came here.