Queen_of_Spades
10-14-2002, 04:37 PM
Culture Shock
7:00 A.M. The tunes of Jimi Hendrix blazed through the speakers of her clock. Pyruva stretched her chocolate arm to smash the snooze button, her eyes still sprinkled with crumbs of slumber.
"Pyruva! Git up, gal! Can't be late for ya first day!" her mom bellowed. "And turn dat music down!"
"Aight, Ma!" she screamed and turned down Jimi. Then she wiped away the crumbs and gave a huge stretch.
Pyruva opened her eyes, now aware of her surroundings. Her room was a mess. A colorful array of clothes were scattered on the floor. The posters she had of Malcolm X and Dr. Martin Luther King had yet to be hung. The Invisible Man was still opened on the floor where she had stopped reading before going to bed.
"I'll clean it tonight," she said to herself, wrapping a blue towel around her Nubian body. She liked sleeping naked. Adam and Eve slept naked before they sinned; why shouldn't she? But if Ma knew, she would probably tan her hide. That's why she locked the door before going to sleep.
She carefully placed a plastic cap over her charcoal hair. She didn't want to mss up her Afro as she stepped into the bathroom and lathered her body with Dove. As the water hit her body, she thought of many things. She was nearly an adult-her first day of high school. That meant more freedom. More friends. More dates. Well, two out of three ain't bad, she thought, and with her
new found eagerness, climbed out of the tub 15 minutes later.
She quickly wiped every prestige of water off her body and pulled on some black cotton panties and a matching underwire bra to hold her perky B's. Then she pulled on a top with a sunflower in the center along with plaid blue and gold belbottoms. Then, she slid her feet into some chestnut platform boots.
Pyruva then yanked the cap off her hair and checked for damages. A little on the sides, she thought, as she picked the ruffled areas.
"Pyruva! Git some breakfast fore the bus come!"
"Comin', Ma!"
She sprayed some Afro sheen on her hair and ran downstairs to gulp down some Cocoa Puffs before kissing her ma on the cheek and rushing onto the rusty tangerine bus. She walked to the back and sat down on the leather seat. The seat was worn and had been ripped to expose cotton; Pyruva decided to play with the cotton as the bus made its way to the school.
end Chapter 1
7:00 A.M. The tunes of Jimi Hendrix blazed through the speakers of her clock. Pyruva stretched her chocolate arm to smash the snooze button, her eyes still sprinkled with crumbs of slumber.
"Pyruva! Git up, gal! Can't be late for ya first day!" her mom bellowed. "And turn dat music down!"
"Aight, Ma!" she screamed and turned down Jimi. Then she wiped away the crumbs and gave a huge stretch.
Pyruva opened her eyes, now aware of her surroundings. Her room was a mess. A colorful array of clothes were scattered on the floor. The posters she had of Malcolm X and Dr. Martin Luther King had yet to be hung. The Invisible Man was still opened on the floor where she had stopped reading before going to bed.
"I'll clean it tonight," she said to herself, wrapping a blue towel around her Nubian body. She liked sleeping naked. Adam and Eve slept naked before they sinned; why shouldn't she? But if Ma knew, she would probably tan her hide. That's why she locked the door before going to sleep.
She carefully placed a plastic cap over her charcoal hair. She didn't want to mss up her Afro as she stepped into the bathroom and lathered her body with Dove. As the water hit her body, she thought of many things. She was nearly an adult-her first day of high school. That meant more freedom. More friends. More dates. Well, two out of three ain't bad, she thought, and with her
new found eagerness, climbed out of the tub 15 minutes later.
She quickly wiped every prestige of water off her body and pulled on some black cotton panties and a matching underwire bra to hold her perky B's. Then she pulled on a top with a sunflower in the center along with plaid blue and gold belbottoms. Then, she slid her feet into some chestnut platform boots.
Pyruva then yanked the cap off her hair and checked for damages. A little on the sides, she thought, as she picked the ruffled areas.
"Pyruva! Git some breakfast fore the bus come!"
"Comin', Ma!"
She sprayed some Afro sheen on her hair and ran downstairs to gulp down some Cocoa Puffs before kissing her ma on the cheek and rushing onto the rusty tangerine bus. She walked to the back and sat down on the leather seat. The seat was worn and had been ripped to expose cotton; Pyruva decided to play with the cotton as the bus made its way to the school.
end Chapter 1