Kelsey's pov
"Aye gurl look at this." pointing out my room window Shawana my best friend says to me.
"What?"
"You got new neighbor's and check it they white." Ta'Keisha says.
"Ok what's wrong with that?" I ask
"Don't act like you don't know how white people act." Shauna jumps in. I love Shay, Ta'Keisha, and Shaquna but sometimes they be actin racist.
"No I don't know how white people act. They're just like me or you. People who have a life, rights, and feelings." suddenly getting frustrated. All they do is bring negative attitudes with them.
"Gurl, why the hell you gettin' so serious over some people you don't know?" Shay asks.
"Yea, you straight trippin' for real." Keisha walks over to the window.
"Aye, Ghandi jr. Why you suddenly buggin? You havin' problems with Tyrone again?" Quana come to me
"When am I not havin problems with Tyrone? Ugh, he gets so jealous over anything. One time the mailman smiled at me, fucking smiled at me and he tried to fight him and Mr. Alex is bout fifty. Then trys to tell me what I can and can't wear, who I can be friends with and where I can go. I love him but I need a boyfriend not a father. My own dad don't even try to do that shit. And I see what you did, changing the subject so I would be angry about something else." Pissing me off further.
I go to the window to see the new neighbor's out front unloading their belongings from the moving van.
"Why isn't life simple?"
"Gurl, what is you talkin' about?"
They start talking again but I'm not paying attention to them.
I look for a while seeing a mother and son go into Mr. Robertson's old house. He was a nice old man who just died while visiting his daughter in New Jersey. The house looks alot like ours. So I look into the room opposite of mine and see a figure drop down. Huh? Who is that? Were they already looking at me? Maybe, Maybe not. Who knows?
'The son was cute I wonder if that's his room. Eh, who cares it's not like he'd be interested in me anyway. I'm tired of dealing with Tyrone's shit'
I'm brought back by Shay tapping me on my shoulder.
"Kels was you even listenin' to us?"
"No." I never lie to them or anyone else guilt just weighs me down. I learned the hard way.
~Flashback~
Me and my cousin Mykel were playing around my house one day when we were six or seven. Well my mom had told us not to play in the house with my new ball. Me being the rebellious kid I was decided to get my sweet lil cousin to play with me. It took alot of convincing for him to start playing then one thing lead to another and we broke twelve vases. Now my mom wasn't that mad because they were easily replaceable but she still wanted to know whose idea it was before she purchased new ones.
"por lo que se rompió mis del florero" You know it's something when she speaks in spanish.
"quién fue la idea" She looks us both in the eye. "y es mejor decir la verdad"
"que no era yo" we both said at the same time.
She looks at me with that 'mom' look and I know it's time to confess.
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Oil & Water: Paths Collide
Teen Fiction"We're like oil and water they'll never mix"
