Okay, so, this is my "first" story. I tried writing a story a long time ago based on an anime but I got discouraged and deleted it. So I guess I'll try again with an OC I came up with at the top of my head. Enjoy \(^o^)/

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Update 07/25/2016: Hello! I just want to let new readers know that I have decided to slightly scrap most of my ideas from this first chapter. I'm not going to make Elaine all black history month savvy just for the sake of myself having to do extensive reading to properly explain everything. If you would to be so kind and continue reading onto chapter 2 and 3, you will be able to see SOME ideas are still implemented but they won't be Elaine's character foundation. I want to rewrite this first chapter but I'm too lazy but I was concerned enough to put this message in after days of debate. So, I hope you guys continue reading onto the next chapters!

Prologue

I really don't know why we're here. Woodcrest. Is this place even on the map? Being dragged all the way across the country from California to Maryland was not an ideal trip for Elaine. She had traveled to Arizona to visit relatives who found nice jobs there but that's as far as she had ever gone. And unlike that trip, her family had packed everything up, and sent boxes upon boxes ahead with a moving company to their new home in Woodcrest, Maryland.

They were finally on the ground after spending hours in the air and standing in airports. Not that Elaine minded. She had a backpack specifically for her books that she wouldn't allow to be brutalized in those moving boxes with men who "promised they wouldn't break anything." She had never owned anything significantly important in her life aside from posters of inspiration people whom she looked up to, such as Booker T. Washington, Ida B. Wells-Barnett, Malcolm X, and Huey P. Newton. The history of her black ancestors fascinated Elaine. It was rare that she openly declared her thoughts on black supremacy, civil rights, and segregation. She could never decide if Martin Luther King Jr. was a fool or a savior. Sometimes, she agreed with Malcolm X and the Nation of Islam; maybe white men are the devil.

A bump in the road brought Elaine out of her thoughts and caused her to look around their new neighborhood. There was one thing that stood out to her the most and caused her to place a hand to her temple. White people.

"Dad, did you forget to mention something on the way here?" Elaine wasn't mad; she just didn't know how she would cope. The neighborhood they previously stayed in was an all black community.

Mr. Jackson, commonly referred to as James, glanced into his rear view mirror at his daughter and hide a smirk. "Hmm..not that I know of. Why? Is something bothering you?"

His voice was deep and smooth. If he needed to, he could probably calm the sea with those vocals. However, he was a criminal defense attorney. And when he spoke, people listened.

"Uh, how about all these white people living out their merry lives? You moved us into a practically all white neighborhood? Why?" Elaine was becoming more and more frustrated as she let all of this sink in. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to talk to you like that. But, why didn't you tell me? I knew I'd have to adjust to something new but this is a major change."

"My job recommended this area. Crime rate is low, everyone is exceptionally friendly, and," the car came to a stop in front of a broad, cream colored two story house. Mr. Jackson looked back at his sixteen year old daughter as her dark hazel eyes stared back at him with great intensity. "You need to learn how to interact with other people besides Ida and Booker." He then turned back and got out the car. Elaine's mother was already making her way to the front door of their new home.

"But, I do! I do it just fine. I interacted with a lot of people at school and in the neighborhood back home!" She jumped out the car just as quickly and went over to her father. "This was not necessary. Our living arrangements shouldn't have had to be based upon me."

"Giving kids half responses at school and briefly talking to Alandra does not count. Now, help me with these boxes and grab your backpack."

She huffed a little and grabbed a relatively heavy box and her book loaded backpack. Slowly, she carried it to the front door behind her father. She mumbled to no one in particular.

"Alandra was black, Dominican, Vietnamese, and Russian.."

Elaine's gaze wandered about three houses down where she saw a rather tall boy. Someone a few inches shorter than him was hot on his heels and seemed to be talking very loud. But, his height wasn't the thing that caught her attention. It was his smooth brown skin and the gigantic afro that stood proudly on his head. She blinked a little and cocked her head to the side in curiosity. That was until he turned his head in her direction and made eye contact. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever before Elaine smiled a little and proceeded into her new home.

Well it did not occur to me how short this was until I posted it on the website ._. Oh well. But let me know if this story should even be worth a read. I was really inspired tonight for this little something something here, and I actually had the nerve to sit here and type it up.

XOXO