The first two years of High school were so, so. Boring classes, boring school, bored. But if you asked any of my friends at the time, they would tell you some of the wildest high school stories you have ever heard. Apparently, i was present when most of it happened. But clearly, nothing really stood out for me. Yeah, go figure.
I always knew i was different though. I liked to read instead of watch TV, and i would spend hours writing, locked up in my room on weekends instead of going out to party with my friends. You know when you really know you’re weird? When your mother calls your friends to take you to the club on a Friday night because you told her how excited you were about the two novels you were planning read out in bed that night.
And so my mother forced me to go to the club with my friends that Friday night, seriously, she even gave us a ride to make sure i didn’t escape and climb back to my room through the window. Yes, it was that bad. And don’t get me wrong, i had loads of friends, and i loved to hang out with people, lots of people. But just at home. Or at a bar, or a restaurant, or even the movies. I like movies. But no, in my day, the amount of times and the type of clubs you went to, defined your ‘fun factor’, and so even my Mom wanted to make sure i scored an A+ in that. Being an A student just ain’t enough huh mama?
So, we laughed and we danced and we had our usual fun. I was starting to think it wasn’t that bad that i didn’t get to stay home that night. Though i missed my books. Don’t Judge. Anyway, then this happened.
“So you’re a good dancer huh?” What? I turned around to see who this heavily sweating male was, shouting in my ear. Some tall, masculine, 20-something, blue-eyed white guy stared right back at me. I just smiled, turned around, and made and attempt to continue dancing with my friend. Except of course, she was no where to be found. Great timing Amanda, Great timing. In an attempt to continue where he left off, he tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around, about to say that i was not interested (which was not entirely true, but i hadn’t been in my hook-up mode for a while now so), but he went first. “You don’t like white guys?”. Slightly surprised by his question, i hastily told him, that was not the case and that i just wasn’t interested. It appeared he nodded to himself, as if to say, I told you so, then looked at me again and said “So you’re really black”. I think he didn’t realize what he had said until he actually said it out loud as i saw his eyes open wide within a few seconds. “I mean, you have black people who are from here and are basically like us, and they usually date white guys too and they don’t really act black. What i meant to say is that you are Black, Black. Like you’re black and only like black people.” Realizing he was digging himself a hole he couldn’t possibly get out of, the tall, masculine, 20-something, blue-eyed white guy rushed away, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
And so, on that special Friday night, i found out that I wasn’t just black. I was Black, Black.
This post is part of my ‘Daily Shorts’. These short stories are based on my own life experiences. Really, just having some fun with it.