She could have stood there and hated herself immensely. Throwing her mind back and forth wondering if God made a mistake when He sent her to this earth with her gravity-opposed hair. She could have stood there and cried as if the Devil had laid his hand on her shoulder himself, personally, with a straightening comb. She could have called her tangling coils every name in the book that here mama would not allow her to speak in anyone’s presence. But she had no time to pout, for it was a school day. And she had to rush off to be mocked or, hopefully, ignored by her fellow classmates.
She silently crept by her mama’s bedroom, taking two seconds to see her mama and some other body secretly cuddling underneath the thick spread. She didn’t bother to say goodbye, she had no need to. Her and her mama didn’t get along anyways. With her ancient backpack murdering her right shoulder with its almost unbearable weight, she went on outside and went her way to the bus stop which was only five minutes away.
“Hey look, it’s the Mop Reject!” One kid shouted while in the midst of his own circle of friends. The four of them pointed her way and laughed, but she kept on. After that slightly embarrassing moment, no one else directed any attention her way. The bus came and she slid into her usual first and foremost seat of the bus. No one else sat by her, nobody bothered. She would rather each and every one of the students pile to the back of the bus then have even one person sit in the seat across from her, let alone right beside her.
What was supposedly a thirty minute bus ride always felt like a long and lonely hike on Mount Everest for her. Sitting in her same position, hands tucked underneath each other guarding over her chest and her face always looking down, she never bothered anyone. And no one ever bothered her. Until this one particular moment, she felt fingers pulling at coils in the back of her head. She turned abruptly, and her eyes met a beautiful red-skinned young boy. He had a baby fro himself, and beautiful hazel green eyes paired with a smile so bright. She had never seen anyone so remotely beautiful for her to understand what beauty was. She only knew that this was probably the last time someone so handsome would look at her again until she caught herself dwelling in that moment.
“I like your hair.” He said. She still said nothing, but a small smile appeared as she sharply turned away in shyness. He continued to pull at her curls, until she turned around to meet his smile again, this time his smile seemed bigger. “I’m new here. What’s your name?”
“Alasia.” She muttered softly. Her heart pounding ten pounds harder than usual. She didn’t really speak, sometimes even when she was spoken to. So why was this kid still trying to carry on a conversation? Was he that desperate for a friend?
“My name’s Tess.” Alasia looked at him in disbelief. She had never heard a name like that and it fit him so beautifully. “I know, you don’t hear my name that often around here, huh?” He laughed and Alasia’s smile continued to grow.
The bus ride came to a closing as it pulled into Meller Middle School, driving around the circle and slowing down at the back entrance of the school. As usual, Alasia sat and waited for everyone else to come off the bus, Tess one of the first few to get off. She managed to sneak a peek out of the bus window and saw he was standing there waiting… for her? Alasia finally collected her things and got off and met Tess’ beautiful eyes once again. “Do you always wait for everyone else to get off?”
Alasia only nodded and gripped her sweaty palms onto the straps of her backpack. Tess didn’t mind doing much of the talking, though he did at times seem annoyed that she wasn’t answering back so much. Then the conversation began to trail into something that interested her very much. “I think you’re the only girl I’ve seen here that wears an afro.” She only blinked at him. “Seriously, I mean, everyone I’ve seen have perms and weaves or something like that. And all the guys get haircuts. It’s not too many of us out here!” He laughed and for once, she felt the beauty in her coils, the strength in numbers of her thick, coily and pretty much mangled hair.
They continued to walk and talk, and she learned how much Tess got ridiculed of wearing his own thick mane out. “I don’t really care too much about it anymore. My momma put it to me like this. God didn’t send us here with a little note that said “My bad”.” They both laughed and continued talking until they hit the front office. Tess had no idea where most of his classes were, and Alasia really had nowhere else to go. The bell rung, and as the rest of the students hurriedly filed into first period, Alasia and Tess continued to stroll to their own first period. Tess really did not want to separate from her it seemed, but Alasia did not like being late. He waited until she was out of eyesight before he continued to his own class. Nappy is not so bad after all.
(Not sure if I’ll keep writing to this one. It was only a free write, but if you guys want me to keep writing to it, let me know!)