Don't Judge (Interracial)

Prolouge

Prologue

“You think you are better than me. But you aren’t. I bet while you’re going to that big fancy school across town you are miserable. You have a perfect life and you are just too spoiled to see it. Oh let me guess you’re life isn’t perfect. I bet you have the perfect boyfriend that plays lacrosse with his richie rich friends, the perfect parents that supply you with everything you’ve ever wanted, and even down to the perfect dog who doesn’t shed. You think you’re better than me but you’re not. My school thought because we’re both black that we were find some common ground and you would really help me but we have NOTHING in common. So go ahead and go tell your fancy rich white school that the “brother” they sent you too was too much to handle.” Noah sneers standing up and walking out the library. Charging after him I turn him around forcefully. He stares at my brown hand on his similarly brown arm.

“Look, Noah, I don’t know who you think I am but I’m not that girl. So what I go to Brandtwood? That doesn't mean I'm some snooty rich girl. My boyfriend, you know the one that plays 'lacrosse', he's not perfect. He has problems like everyone else and he doesn't play lacrosse. The fact that I told you that you need to focus on work instead of the street life you think that I think I'm better than you? How about as much as dealing brings in you will always live with the stigma of either being caught or ending up in a grave. Next week we are going to meet at the library on Saturday at 4 and you will be there at 3:45 that way if I'm late then you will be better than me. Goodbye Noah."