Unexpected

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MICHELLE POV

You know with all the videos I'm watching on these Karen's acting all out on minorities... I'm waiting for one to try it with me! Cause I'm not the one.

Taking off two years before I started college. Mainly because of financial reasons and I wasn't ready. In the meantime I worked and saved up enough money to finally start school.

Standing in front of this big school. All I saw were Caucasians. Now I don't know about you guys but lately anytime I'm around a large crowd of Caucasians I wonder who's racist.

Starting my journey to my first class. Hmm... where is my schedule. Looking through my bag I bumped into someone. "Look where you're going, Nigger!".

"Oh hell no! What the fuck did you just say?" I asked. Standing infront of this idiot. He smirked with his friends egging him on. "You heard me! Don't you have some cotton to pick?" He laughed . His friends cheered him on even more.

I did the only thing I could. Raising my arm up and slapping the white off of me. He wasn't expecting that at all. He held his face and glanced at me "maybe next time that'll be a full blown ass whooping".

A tall guy came up to us "what the fuck man? You don't call someone of color the N word. I should beat your dumb ignorant ass myself!".

The group of guys looked a little shook and scattered. I released a deep breath "this is some bullshit!".

The guy was still there. He turned to me "I'm sorry that happened".

"It's not your fault. Don't be sorry. But thank you for standing up for me" I smiled.

He nodded "I stand for the BLM movement". When he said that I just wanted to laugh. It annoys me when Caucasian's think by being with the movement it gives them some type of street cred. Moving my feet away from him. He followed "hey? Umm my name is Tatum".

"Michelle" I said.

"Nice to meet you. Freshmen?" He asked.

I nodded "you?".

"Junior" he answered.

Looking at the time I needed to get to class before I was late. "Well... Tatum... I have class so.."

He nodded "yeah I get it... maybe we could hang out sometime". Not answering him I just ran to class.

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About two... I was done. My last class for the day was the longest. Two whole hours!. Stuffing my book in my cross bag I walked to the bus stop. "Michelle?".

Looking up I saw it was Tatum. Does he not have class?. "Hey" I smiled. He ran up to me "you take the bus?".

I nodded "why?".

"Well I have a car. If you need a ride... I mean" he said.

"Thanks but I'm good" I smiled.

He nodded "well I'll see you tomorrow".

"Yup" I said.

He walked away and looked back at me. Not for nothing but I can't trust white people. Maybe it's just me... but there's always an agenda. The bus came on time. Before I knew it I was home.

Plopping on the couch it felt so good! "How was the first day?" My sister asked.

"Long! Then I had some idiot call me the N word and I slapped him. But then this white boy came over to stand up for me" I said.

"Really?! Wow!" She said.

"There's nothing wow about it. He says he's for the movement" I said. A silence filled the room then we both laughed so hard. Now you may ask why I'm living with my sister. Long story. But I'll sum it up.

Our mom has a new husband. I've always said he was creepy. But my opinions went unheard. Anyway one day he tried to attack me. My mom wasn't home. Luckily my karate I took when I was younger came into use.

Told my mom and she blamed me saying I was asking for it. With that I left and came to live with my sister. Haven't spoken to my mom ever since.

And yes, she's still with the creep.

"Let me find out you have a white boy after you" my sister teased.

"Yeah okay... he's just being himself. He offered me a ride and I'm like I don't know you. Stranger danger" I joked.

"Wow he must really like you!" She teased.

"You're not helping" I whined.

She nudged me "trust me.. he's not going anywhere. Homeboy is feeling you".

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