Ginny

Picket Fences and Boys

"Come on peach. Let's go check it out." My mom, Georgia, said with a heavy country accent. I followed behind her as she unlocked the door of the two story home.

"It looks... rich." I said as I look around the house. It has marble countertops and sleek black furniture. "Be grateful. Go upstairs and choose your room."

Going upstairs I looked around trailing my fingers along the grey wall. I pushed my curly hair behind my ear as I looked into the first room on the right.

It was nice with a queen sized bed and a small bathroom right through a door on the left.

"I chose the room I want!" I yelled, "Make sure to decorate!" My mom yelled back.

"We're not staying here for long," I mumbled as I walked back downstairs to get my suitcases. "Wipe that frown off your face peach, be happy." She smiled at me and I looked at her with a 'really' look.

She shook her head and continued to unpack boxes in the kitchen.

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An hour and a half later I was finally finished unpacking my room. My hair was in a messy bun and I opened my curtains and looked through the window, at the picture-perfect neighborhood.

Birds chirping and people running along the sidewalks. I looked across the street and saw a boy about my age climbing out of his window. Once he was down we made eye contact and just stared at each other.

He had green eyes and brown almost black hair. He looked away and continued walking down the street.

"Ooh, did you see someone you liked?" She sat on my bed looking as beautiful as ever. I've always looked up to my mom, she was crazy, but loving as a mom should be.

I scoffed, "No just some boy sneaking out. You usually wait till night to sneak out."
"Why didn't you decorate?"

"We aren't gonna be here for long." "I know peach, but I promise you we will stay here. I hate moving around too, you know that." She stood up and kissed my cheek and walked out, closing the door behind her.

I do have a good relationship with my dad, Zion, but he isn't around. He travels a lot, which does cause problems in our relationship, but it's fine.

I stood up and walked into my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I would describe myself as pretty. I was mixed or light skin, with long curly hair that almost reached my waist. Beauty marks and freckles all over my face and light hazel eyes.

But, curly hair is a pain to take care of and I have to do it every morning. Being light skinned or mixed isn't just about being pretty, it's also has complications with who you belong with.

I've been marked as a black girl with light skin. It's not the way I talk but how I look. Some mixed people look more, 'black' then others. But if you were to ask me it's complete bullshit.

I started the shower and stripped out of my clothes. Waiting for the water to warm up I brushed my teeth and once I was down I stepped into the shower.

Washing my body twice and I also shaved. My razor glided over the scars on my thighs. Best place to put them.

Less chance of dying of blood loss and nobody will see them.

I rinsed my razor and turned off the shower, stepped out, and dried of my body. My hair was still dry since I don't wash it this week.

I put on pajamas and put lotion on my body as well as deodorant. Then I walked downstairs and saw my mom on the couch drinking wine.

She looked up and smiled, "Hey peach, there's food in there for you. Make sure to go to sleep, school tomorrow." She stood up and kissed my forehead and walked upstairs.

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"I'm so boreddd." I whispered as I laid in bed. Standing up and went to my window and opened it, I laid on my window and the wind blew through my hair. I was on the second floor so it was pretty high up.

I saw the same boy from earlier and I watched as he tripped and fell on his face. I snickered and apparently he heard me cause he looked over and glared.

I shook my head and stood up getting back in bed. I heard creaking and footsteps in my room and froze. I saw the figure walk to my side of the bed and my eyes widened. They grabbed my neck and pushed my hair back. The moonlight shines through the open window and flashed on the figure showing the boy from outside.

I glared and grabbed his wrist ripping it off of me and turned on the lamp. "What the hell are you doing?" I whispered yelled as I looked at him.

I had on spandex and a cropped tank top, which I apparently forgot about. "I don't even know who you are and your in here." I pushed him over to the window and he just looked at me.

"You new here?"
"Do you just come in random girls rooms?"
"Nope, but you looked interesting."

"Cool for you." I heard footsteps outside of my room and my eyes widen. "Your not gonna get down quick enough." I whispered as I quickly closed the window.

"Fuck!" I grabbed him and pushed him in the closet as I turned off the lamp, and sat in my bed. The door opened and my mom peaked her head in. "The insomnia getting to you again?" She came in fully and leaned on the door frame.

"Yeah, why are you up?" "I don't know honestly, love you, goodnight peach." She closed the door and her footsteps faded. I stood up and tried to get out the bed but my foot got stuck in the cover and I fell to the ground and I groaned in pain.

Mystery boy picked me up my the waist and set my on my bed. My hair was all over my face and I put it into a bun and untangled my feet from the cover.

"That looked like that hurt." I glared up at him and stood up almost falling from my sore ankle. I caught myself and grabbed his wrist pulling him over to the window.

"Alright time for you to leave." "Marcus."
"Didn't ask." He saluted me and climbed out the window.

"I'm gonna loveeee this town." I said sarcastically.