❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Stereotypes (Derek)

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Ever since I was little there was always a label that was put on me.

It was always a stereotype. I grew up around many, many, many white people who would always go around and whisper behind my back or my family's back.

I always heard them whispering about how we're the loudest family, how where ghetto and ratchet. Like could they not come up with better insults?

Since I couldn't trust what often came out of the white people's mouths in the south, I was happy when my parents moved our whole family up north. Far away from the bullshit.

New York was where I blended nicely. Queens, New York to be specific.

There were many others there who understood my struggle and even went though it themselves. Years passed by and I forgot all about my younger years.

I had graduated and was accepted into UCLA. My parents were very proud.

I thought that California was going to be great, even better than down in South Carolina.

"Remeber that you need to keep your phone on you at all times. And don't forget to call us when you get on the plane, when you're off, when you're in the car on the way there, an when you're there"

I rolled my eyes at my mother who was stressing out over nothing, but my father gave me the look. "Just please listen, she's only watching out for you. She doesn't want a repeat of what happened when you were younger."

I sighed and nodded. When I was much younger with this girl who sound the same age as I was. She called me names and said shit so I had to do something about it. In the end I ended up getting expelled from school.

"I won't get in anymore trouble. Can't risk it this time" my dad hugged me one more time before letting me go.

I turned back and waved.
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I landed in LA around 2 in the morning. I was tired and feeling jet-lagged.

My bags were on time and I had to find a taxi to drive out to the apartment. I found it while I was still living in my parents house, I had to use the money I had saved up or years to pay first month's rent.

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The next couple days passed. I got settled in and checked in with all my classes and teachers I had one more thing to do.

Find a job. I knew that my parents would stop sending money over to me once they realize that I am grown and can start paying for my own bills.

I had found a job working in a studio in downtown LA but at the rate that I was going, I was going to be late.

I quickly threw all the things I would need into a bag and called an Uber. Of course my uber was late which men's that I had to sit through the horrible LA traffic on downtown.

I finally got there an hour late already know that I should give up and just turn back, just to save myself from the embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry that I was late I g-" I stopped my rambling when another girl was in there.

I peeked over her shoulder. There was a man sitting there. His eyes were low and droopy but his smile was soft. His hair looked like he had just finished having sex and his clothes were all disheveled.

"See you later tonight, maybe you can teach me that trick again"

He winked at the girl who's cheeks and nose turned to an intense pinkish color.

She quickly scurried out the room and left me there, partially out of breath and embarrassed.

"I'm sorry I was late, it's just that-"

"I really don't need to hear it. I don't need another one of your kind"

He waved me off and got up. My attitude immediately changed.

"Excuse me? What do you mean another one like my kind?"

Derek shrugged, "you know girls like you. They're always late, really loud whenever they walk into a room like anyone needs to hear their annoying voice. Obnoxiously smacking on their gum"

I let out a loud gasp. "See they're over dramatic too. This is why I couldn't work with the last girl. I don't want another one who'll just act exactly like her"

"First of all, I was late because the traffic here sucks ass and that's saying something because I used to live in New York! We're loud so people like you can hear us when we speak! None of you can seem to stop talking long enough to hear what we have to say! And stop putting these labels on us like you know who we are"

My heart rate slowed down and I turned around. My anger quickly disappeared.

This is exactly what I didn't want to happen.

I am so sorry if any of this offended you, I didn't mean to hurt anyones feelings it is simply just an imagine that I thought of. Don't want to offend anyone or hurt their feelings.