Something Different

Epilogue

Important question at the end so please read! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Braelin

I was nervous. Even with Cameron sitting beside me, our hands entwined together as he whispered to me to relax, I was still nervous. Why? Well, today was the day. The day. The day Cameron and I were going to meet Mrs. Pamela Dennis, Mr. Dennis's wife who was going to tell us her story. 

"She just got here," Mr. Dennis told us with a smile. "She's going to love you."

"Are you sure?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, you and her are too alike for her not to like you," he said with a wink before someone knocked on the door silencing us. "Come in!"

The door opened and the first thing I noticed was her gorgeous hazelnut skin tone and black hair that stopped a bit after her shoulders and had brown streaks running through it. She looked to be about 5'8 and was rocking blue skinny jeans and a white top that tied in the front exposing some of her stomach. She didn't seem to notice us sitting on the desks as she made her way straight to her husband, giving him a kiss before she finally took notice of us. Her eyes widened in shock before they locked down on our hands that were entwined together.

"Well I'll be damned," she mumbled before giving us a smile. "I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you two."

"I'm Braelin and this is my boyfriend Cameron," I said shaking her hand and she nodded before shaking Cameron's. "It's an honor to meet you, Mrs. Dennis."

"Oh please, call me Pamela and the pleasure is all mine I just wish my husband told me you guys were here and I wouldn't have intruded on your time," she said shooting her husband a playful glare and he shrugged before leaning back into his chair.

"Actually pam baby, there here to see you."

"Oh really?" She asked rasing an eyebrow in his direction curiously before she faced us. "And what can I help you with?"

"Well I came here from Atlanta and it hasn't been an easy transfer at all," I gave her a brief run-through of what happened this year and she listened politely before I continued.  "Anyways, I was hoping you would tell us your story. Mr. Dennis mentioned that you went to an all white school too and dealt with racism?"

"More than that girl. When I went to school, women weren't allowed to take certain courses because it wasn't 'feminine' enough and home ec was a mandatory course for all girls. And if you were black, it was even worse because not only did they not respect you as a woman, they didn't respect you as a person."

"Wow," I mumbled under my breath. That sounded like a school filled with a bunch of Chad's and I could barely tolerate the one I had.

"I know, you sure you still want to hear the story?"

"Positive," I told her and she nodded before clearing her throat.

"Well let me set the scene for then. Imagine that your whole life you knew exactly what you wanted to do. Engineering. You plan your high school classes so you can do it just to find out in your last year in high school that you can't take the course because you're a woman."

"What!"

"Yup but that didn't stop me. I wanted to be an engineer and I was going to be an engineer," she said with a determined look on her face and I realized as she told the story she was probably reliving the moment.

"So what did you do?"

"Well I tried to complain to the principal but he said his hands were tied, there was nothing he could do and even if he could not in time for me to graduate. So I took things into my own hands. I had a free period the same time one of the design and tech classes were happening so right before that class I changed into the baggiest clothing I had, tied my hair up and entered that class."