Who was that girl? The question that came to my head that night when Joseph dropped me off. Her pretty brown eyes that burned in my memory and her Carmel skin that made her breath taking and her long pretty black hair. She had high cheek bones ,long black eyelashes and full red lips. She was beautiful. I have never seen her around but something tells me I have seen her before. I'm probably not going to see her again in a while. The thing that surprised me was I was not bothered that she was a African American at all I only saw her beauty. I was laying in my bed writing my next poem in my journal. I love to write I want to go and be a writer or be a journalist.
Beauty like the rising sun over the horizon,
Her eyes that made the night illuminatingBefore I could write any more my mother Angelica yelled, "Chris time for breakfast!!". I flipped the covers off and slowly got out of bed. I fumbled through my closet and drawers to find something to wear. I found the nearest shirt and some jeans and walked down the stairs. As I walked down the stairs the maid Mrs. Evelin said "Goodmorning mister Chamberlain".
"Goodmorning, Mrs. Evelin."
"What would you like to eat today?"
"Just some eggs and bacon that's all."
"Yes sir coming right up."
The sun was shining through the windows of the yellow kitchen with a dining room that has a long table with four chairs on each side. My father mayor Chamberlain was sitting on the left end at the table reading the daily news paper. My mother was sitting at the right end of the table sipping her tea and making plans for her superior ladies banquet. "Goodmorning mother father." as I gestured to them. My father gave me a deep but hearable grunt from within him that's how he says hi in the morning. "Goodmorning son how was your date last night.", my mother said in her country accent but held properness in it.
"It was ok."
"Didn't you go out with that girl Amanda? She's a nice gall I like her did you know she helps with the dances, and president of the committee and captain of the cheer squad. She is a keeper." The only thing nice that she does is hope she won't chew and spit you out if you get in her way. She was decent though to be around. "Yes mama I know you keep telling me",I said annoyingly. "You better watch that tone of voice Christian Heart Chamberlain.",she said in a harsh tone. Every since me and Amber broke up she been trying to set us back up again and now its getting old. She is so mean and obnoxious the only time she helps herself is herself in the mirror.
"There goes those darn niggroes I hear in Alabama they are called the freedom riders someone should put them in there place like I do. Have you notice that you don't hear any riots around here their town should be more like ours.", he sneered.
There he goes bragging on how he is the best mayor in the county again.
" Your right sweetie there was one time when lady Evereytes maid didn't like the way she talked to her so she talked back right in her face. So she fired her and made sure that no one in this town would hire her."
I don't blame the maid I've met her and never liked her either .She was mean and treated color folks like they were a curse on earth. I've never hated the color people but I did make sure they were put in their place. I don't understand how someone would hate someone else for so long just because of there skin color. I hurried to eat my eggs and bacon so that Joseph and Rikki and I could hang out today. "Goodbye I will see yall later."
"Be careful and don't come back late",yelled my mother as I was walking out the door. I drove to the milkshake shop in my blue Cadillac . I could instantly see Rikkie's bright red short hair and blue eyes. Sitting across from him was Joseph with his brown hair slicked back and brown eyes looking at me with a greeting smile. Today it was just me and the guys.
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