So this story is meant to be taken place back when blacks and whites didnt get treated equally, And I just read this really inspirational book about it and I thought I would make my own story about this.. So I hope you enjoy:D
It didnt really occur to me that people would really be this cruel.
Just cause of one silly reason.
The reason that im black.
My family was neither black. Or white. We were mixed.
But our skin was colored.
And I guess thats all that mattered.
I was always a quiet girl, The type you could ask for a pencil without getting a dirty look. And I was for-sure, Pretty.
And alot of white boys liked me.
But what I didnt get was why,
They sure didnt like to talk to me when their papa's and mama's were around.
And they if they ever did get caught talking to me.. The next day I would see them with bruises on their arms and legs.
Especially the morisson brothers.
And dont get me wrong.
The Morisson brothers were handsome-looking young men.
Especially the oldest. Danny Morisson. And he liked me.
But is brother.. Jeremy Morisson. He hated my guts.
And when ever Jeremy would see me and Danny talking, He would go on and tell on him.
So he never really talked to me anymore.
And I have a long story about the morisson brothers.
Now, Why dont I just go on and tell y'all that ol' story?..
I know this seems boring, But the next chapters gonna be better I was just getting you to know the characters.
