Beliefs (Interracial Teen Story)

Azalea

Azalea fanned herself in the hot missispi sun. She hated the south already, not only for the heat, but for the hateful stares she was recieving left and right. She was in Jackson,the year was 1965. She waited impatiently for her aunt, supposedly picking her up. A white man about in his 20's sucked his teeth at Azalea and looked her up and down. She shifted uncomfotably, clutching her suutcase tightly. A God given breeze of cool wind blew her long wavy black hair to the west, and the man stared even harder. Azalea was mullato; Her dad was a black man and her mother, who had passed, was Full blown seminole indian. She had naturally long wavy jet black hair, amber eyes, and small, red stained lips. At about "5'4 and skinny, people said she looked like a black doll. And she hated it. People often tried to take advantage if her because of her soft looks, but she had a sharp tongue, which got her sent to this hellhole in the first place. Azalea was sure it was about noon now and her aunt still wasnt there. The bus stop was pretty isolated, and Azalea was getting creeped out. She decided to take a walk down the road. Out of nowhere, she heard the loud rumble of a truck and turned around to see a white ford truck barreling to ward her. Out stepped 3 white teen boys, about her age. Azalea noticed one boy stayed in the truck, his eyes glued to hers. She was jerked back to reality when she recieved a hard shove to the ground.