Argh! I got grounded and a free lecture seminar from my parents for writing on my report card. I mean they didn’t even seem to care that I got an A for English, and only like one or two C’s! Apparently everything happens for a reason though (I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that before…somewhere…), and I guess I should be grateful to my parents for indirectly causing the best day of my life! So, because of my “juvenile actions” and “complete and utter disrespect for your school, academia or your parents”, I had to do all the household chores (my little brother was ecstatic), and the family shopping, which is how I ended up walking towards “Tim’s Meat and Veg”, the neighbourhood grocery.
Tim’s a nice guy, and pretty much everyone likes him, but the ones that don’t give him a lot of crap. It’s mostly because he hires black and white employees, and pays them equally. He’s an amazing guy, and sometimes people on the train call his shop “the start of the future and equality”, but we just call it “the grocery store”.
Anyways, after ten minutes or so of a frantic Easter egg hunt through the aisles (only instead of Easter eggs, there was just plain eggs, some lettuce and herbs, and a chunk of steak), I walked out of Tim’s, plastic bags in hand and proceeded down the street, when I saw a familiar figure crouched down on the side of the pavement. It was the girl from the bus! It was definitely her! The same hair and unmistakable eyes, only this time the twinkle was a dimmer glow, and she wasn’t as giggly and happy as before. She was crying. I couldn’t just walk past her, so I chucked my bags down beside her and sat down. A few seconds later, she looked up and wiped a tear from her face. She put on that gorgeous smile, though the twinkle in her eyes was still as dim as before.
“Hey, you’re that guy from the bus, right? That was pretty cute and funny what you did with the paper” She smiled, and I think I saw a slight sparkle in her eye.
“The thing is though, I’m taken. Or at least I was.” The spark vanished. So that’s what it was about. Some idiot douche had dumped the perfect girl. From then, I started saying the normal stuff, like what they say in those cheesy movies the girls at our school kept talking about. You know, things like “He must have been blind”, “you deserve better”, and “there are plenty of fish in the sea. It seemed to work, as her eyes slowly began to open wider, as did her smile and of course, the little twinkle burned brighter and brighter. We continued talking for quite a while, and I found out her name was Melanie, and lots of random tidbits, such as her favourite colour (blue), favourite food (pizza) and her favourite band (The Beatles). She eventually stood up and said,
“Gotta go, I’ll be seeing you again soon”.
It was that “again” that got me.
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In Black and White
Short StoryIt's the 1960s in America, a time of racial segregation and heavy racism. A white boy falls for a black girl, and everything seems to be perfect... By the way, this is my first story :3
