“What are you looking at”!!!? I
scream at the light-skin boy in the yellow mervo freshmen shirt.
“Get out of my face”!!! He screams
at me a lot more loudly than I would have liked.
“Who are you talking to”??? I ask
him as I look into his eyes challenging him to say more.
“I’m talking to YOU”!!! And as he
says that the lunch bell rings and I’m left standing there in mid-sentence.
I walk out of class and go into the
girl’s bathroom from across the hall. I look into the mirror and admire my
extravagant figure in the mirror. I’m brown-skinned and very slim with nice
shoulder length curly hair, track of course. I hear the bathroom door open and
my friend Shanisha she smile as she asks
“What was that all about”? She says
with a small smile on her face. Shanisha looks like me but she’s a few shades
darker and about 20 pounds thicker but she’s not fat.
“He was too loud and plus he
spilled that milk all over the place! He was being an asshole” I tell Shanisha.
“Look Anna he wasn’t the one who
spilled the milk it was David and he was only being loud because you were being
loud” She tells me gently.
“Yeah maybe you’re right” I don’t
look her in the eye. “I guess I’d better get to class”
“OK” She says as I leave the
bathroom.
I walk into class just as the bell
rings and sit in my seat in my 3rd period math class. Within a few
minutes I’m really getting into the drill someone else enters the room. It’s
the light-skinned kid that spilled the milk at lunch. He walks up to the
teacher and hands her a pass she tells him to take his seat and to stop fooling
around people say “Hey Charles” and give him high fives. He then makes his way
towards his seat, wait his seat right next to me and that surprises me a lot. I
try my hardest to just ignore him and to finish my work but after the drill
we’re assigned a worksheet but we have to work in pairs. Guess who my partner.
“So….I guess we have to get
started” Charles says to me timidly.
“Look I don’t have time for your
crap I don’t want to work with you so I’ll just do the entire paper ALONE”!!! I
tell him.
“How will I get my grade it’s a”
“I don’t care what you do just sign
your name when your finished”!!! I tell him with anger coursing through my
veins.
“Ok” Just a simple okay no
explanation or anything and I also notice that he doesn’t look very mad it
seems like he was trying to be nice.
I stare down at the paper and no
matter how I look at the problems I can’t make any sense of them.
“Need any help” Charles asks me.
“Uhm yeah” I say with a small smile
on my lips.
After a while of Charles working in
silence I ask him.
“Why aren’t you mad at me”? I ask
him.
He doesn’t reply for a while and I
began to think that he won’t, finally he says.
“I’ve learned to forgive people and
plus to be honest it wasn’t that serious”
“Really”?? I ask.
“Yeah”
“Wow your actually a pretty nice
person” I tell him sincerely.
“Uhh….Thanks”
After that day me and Charles were
on pretty good terms and to be honest he was a pretty good looking guy. I just
might ask him to go with me to the Sophomore Ball if I get enough nerve. I
never knew that Charles was a nice person and I wouldn’t have if I never took
the chance to get to know him. Well I guess the saying “Don’t Judge A Book By
It’s Cover” had to come from somewhere.
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