Alexandrite
"How are the problems we face today similar to the ones the greasers and socs faced?" He read. They were sitting on the carpeted floor of his living room their books and papers spread out all around them. His eyes were focused on the paper in front of them like it had the answers to all of the world's unanswerable questions. She too watched it for a second before breaking the silence. "We're divided."
"How does that relate to the book?" His attention didn't leave the paper.
"I see it as the blacks are the greasers and the whites are the socs."
If they weren't sitting so close and she wasn't so hyperaware of everything he did, she would've missed the way he visibly tensed. His voice was emotionless and quiet when he spoke. "The whites pick on the blacks just like the socs did the greasers."
She bit her lip, feeling she'd struck a wrong cord within him. She brought her voice to a soft even level in hopes of comforting him. "Exactly, but just like how not all socs were bad, not all whites are awful."
He didn't relax like she expected him to.
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Alexandria
Historia CortaAlexandrite and Aiden had never exchanged more than five words and yet loved each other. A short story of first love during the early '70s and all the hassle that came with loving someone of a different race. DISCLAIMER: ALL IMAGES DO NOT BELONG T...
