Dark Skin *Interracial Story*

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"You are so pretty for a dark skin girl."

These are the words I hear constantly. I live in a society were being light skin makes you beautiful. Brown skin is not as good as light skin but still pretty. But if you're dark skin you're automatically ugly. Nobody wants the dark skin girl. In my own family I'm talked down on because I'm the dark girl in a family were everybody is mostly light skin or brown skin. There are other dark skin people in my family but my skin is the darkest. My aunt always tell me "you are pretty for a dark skin girl but you would be beautiful if you were light skin like some of the others."

I remember spending hours in the tub scrubbing my skin hoping that I would scrub so hard the color would come off. I remember praying to God asking him to make my skin light and pretty like other parts of my family. I would cry every night because I would be picked on at school from kids calling me things like blacky and tar baby. Those words hurt me to my soul. I hated myself for being so dark. Then as I got older. It got worse. Hi my name is Chocolate Beauty Jones. The ugliest name I've ever heard.

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Today was my first day of high school in a mostly white school. I thought that since I was in high school in a white school the bullying would stop because the people would be more mature. But I soon realised that was the farthest thing from the truth. I remember grabbing a granola bar and a water from the fridge to try and lose some weight because I was noticing my stomach and legs were getting to chunky.

I put on black leggings with a black and white Mickey mouse sweater and black uggs boots. They say black is a slimming color so I put it on. So it will make my chunky figure more appealing. At least that's what I thought it did. I'm five feet and five inches and I weigh 190 pounds.

I finally arrived at school. I took the bus. I walked in school and got my schedule from the office and went to my homeroom class. I walked in the class noticing I was the last person to arrive and all eyes were on me. I noticed the bell had rung already and I was so consumed by my thoughts that I'd didn't even hear it. I was so embarrassed. I saw everybody whispering to each other. As I walked to the last open seat in the class someone tripped me and I fell straight to the ground. Did I mention my school was 95% white, 3% Asian and 2% black. Anyways after that incident the whole class erupted in laughter.

"Aww is little tar baby hurt" I heard a squeaky annoying voice say behind me. So this is the bitch that tripped me.

I just got up and brushed myself off and went to my seat. I refused to let her see me sweat. I'm already making enemies with people I don't even know on the first day. As long as she doesn't hit me I'll brush all her pettiness off. While I was at my seat doing my work someone next to me said "don't mind her she's just a racist bitch cause her daddy left her and her momma for a black woman. She hated black people ever since." Damn I didn't know that but she was acting like I'm the woman her daddy left with. Don't take the anger you have for your daddy out on me. Next time she try something like that I'm going to punch her in her throat.

When I finally looked up to see who was talking to me before I think I died and came back to life. Okay maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. But let me tell you this white boy was fine. He had a flat top with beautiful hazel eyes and plump pink lips. He smiled at me when he caught me staring at him. His smile was so beautiful nice white straight teeth with no gaps. Why did God make him so perfect. And the boy dressed good. He had on Jordans with diesel jeans and a true religion jacket. Did I mention his skin was flawless? God took his time making this one.

"Damn you fine" I said out loud damn, I meant to say that in my head.

He started laughing "you cute too"

The teacher started to do the attendance.

"Chocolate Jones" I hate my name why the hell did my mom name me chocolate.

"Present" I said.

"Michael Winters" the teacher said.

"Present" the cute boy I was talking to said.

I decided that I would call him my snow bunny in my head of course. I even made up a song to go with it. So every time I would see him I would sing "my sexxxxyyyyyy snow bunnnyyyyy". I'm a little weird as you can see.

But let me tell you more about myself. I am five feet five inches with dark skin as I said before. I don't like to hold my tongue but I do sometimes. I have a bad habit of being a people pleaser. In other words I mostly do what people tell/ask me to do even if I don't want to do it in order to make them happy. I am on the heavy side but I focus more on my skin then on my weight. I don't like to fight but if you hit me I WILL hit you back. My family has a lot of money we own Jones Electronics(made up) one of the biggest brand electronic appliances in the world we are like Apple but better. I am sixteen I transferred to this school today so it's my first day of high school here. I am a sophomore. I am Chocolate Beauty Jones and this is my story.

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