The Colours Between Us; g.d

Confessions and more confessions

"You what!" Lorraine shouts in the car as I pulled up to the school.

"Now would you calm yourself, Lorraine." I sighed before turning off the car before turning to her, "I did something I shouldn't, so what? You do it all the time." 

I get out of the car, grabbing my backpack from the back before covering my hair from the rain. 

Lorraine followed quickly behind, her braids getting wet from her lack of a cover from the presipitation.

"I, unlike you, have parents that aren't as strict." She explained, jogging to catch up to me as we walked into the dry school. "How did you manage to get out without your folks finding out?" She asked once we made it to my locker.

I sighed as I unlocked my locker. "I-I don't know, Lorraine, it just happened." I said forcefully, getting irritated. "It's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal when it comes out of you, darlin'." She said, giggling "Especially sneaking out of the house, what a rebel!" she joked, I looked down before I saw Vince walking across the hall to his class.

I pointed at him, catching my best friend's attention. "There's your man." I said, looking back at my binder as she turned around before averting her attention back to me. "What did you guys do after Elvis anyway?"

I didn't hear a word from her all weekend, i'm assuming she was pretty busy.

She seemed as if she was going to throw up from her lack of words and the paleness in her face. 

I looked up at her as she looked around,  trying to avoid my gaze. 

"What happened after little Joe's?" I asked her, putting my binder back into my locker, looking at her with crossed arms. 

She gulped before standing straight.

"N-Nothing," She stuttered before slowly walking away. "I'll see you at lunch." Was all she said before she was out of plain sight.

That was strange.

I turn back to my locker as I took off my jacket and hung it inside before closing the locker door as the thunder outside crashed along with lighting.

THUD

I hear as my eyes close for a second, an image being played. The image looked like a rainy day and a man's boot splashing into a puddle.

I shook my head, ignoring the strange image before heading to class, my mind still foggy from the clip.

Today is going to be odd, I can tell.

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"Now with The Catcher in the Rye, I suggest you all read to page thirty by thursd-" My teacher spoke but was cut off before he could finish. 

The happy white man laughed before looking at his coloured students. "Alright, you all know what to do." He said to the class as we all got up, waiting for our daily response.

"We were all made in God's eye." We repeated our daily saying back to our teacher.

He was an inspiration. As a white man married to a Hispanic woman, he was all for equality. He saw the discrimination Latinos and other races had to go through and wanted to do something.

He stood proudly as a 29 year old when the first day of school came around and he made a daily routine with his coloured classes to boost up our confidence of being different.

He gave out a chuckle before saying goodbye to each student that left the class. As I stood behind, he turned to me with a proud grin.

"You'll love this one," He began as he walked over to his desk and opened the drawer. "I couldn't stop reading it all summer!" He continued as he pulled out a hard copy of the novel with a red bow on it. "For you."