Such A Difference

Such A Difference

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Ebony Washington and Vince Ramirez had one thing in common: losing. She lost her fathers just months ago. He lost his pride and dignity over a year ago. Now with their friends and family, they go on an emotional roller coaster ride of friendship, drama, and understanding. With their funny moments making you laugh, and their saddest moments making you cry, Vince and Ebony answer the ultimate question: How Much Do You Give Up To Someone?
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Ebony Washington and Vince Ramirez had one thing in common: losing. She lost her fathers just months ago. He lost his pride and dignity over a year ago. Now with their friends and family, they go on an emotional roller coaster ride of friendship, drama, and understanding. With their funny moments making you laugh, and their saddest moments making you cry, Vince and Ebony answer the ultimate question: How Much Do You Give Up To Someone?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Part I: One

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Submitted: April 20, 2017

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It was the night that my father died that I'd finally believed that there was diversity in the world. He was a respected man in many ways. 

He not only saved millions of lives at his work place, but had a warmth that radiated off of him. His smile could make you feel better in an instance, and his words were always encouraging. 

It was hard to believe that Roger Washington was killed on impact, after being hit by a bus. They say that he was hated by some of his associates, and supposedly now by the bus driver that took him to work everyday. 

And killed him. 

Before he'd died, he sat me down, telling me all there is to know about the real world. He'd decided that I needed to go to a public school in order to get used to speaking to people, and to finally silence my anxiety. 

"There are so many things out there, baby girl. And if you want to be the best you that you can be, you'll have to learn to open up to others. Remember that motto grandma Jane used to tell you and I?" 

I nodded, the memory of my passed grandmother, who used to scold me for every little thing. My clothes, hair, writing, reading. She was the very reason why I was home schooled for so many years. Her ruler was the only fear that stuck in my dreams, shadowing over me, my anxiety waking me up from the cursed nightmare that I'd just had. 

"If you can't see the world, than your morals and judgement are blind." I recited to him. He smiled, while taking my hand gently. 

"If you remember that, than you'll become anything that you want in this world. You'll be the light that will guide somebody out of their tunnel. Just be you, and you'll love going to school E.B." 

When he let go of my hand, it felt cold, and longed for his touch again. 

Roger Washington got a call from the hospital about an emergency surgery that night. Of course he went, driving his own car to save the time. 

Little did he know, that one glance to his left would indicate too late that a bus was coming straight at him. 

Two people died that night. A women in her thirties, who'd been battling a brain tumor since she was a minor, and Roger Washington. It was all over the news, and I remembered the caption:

"DOCTOR SLAUGHTERED!! FAMOUS NEUROSURGEON ROGER WASHINGTON KILLED IN DEADLY CAR CRASH, LATE SUNDAY ON AUGUST 27TH, 2016."

Roger didn't have much family, and that left my mother, Manny, and I. 

The events leading up to and after my fathers death caused my eyes to come wide open. When I thought about my father, I'd known him, seen him, and when I looked at my mother and Manny, I saw something completely different. 

My father was white. 

My mother was black. 

That left my brother a beautiful shade of brown like my mother. But I was as light as my father. I was tanned, the light color of caramel, with his hair, but without his, or my mothers eyes. My eyes were a green, with a shadowing if hazel and brown now and then. 

But I was a spitting image if my father, and after his death the hardest thing to do was look in the mirror. 

But people looked at me differently, and even looked at my mother and Manny sideways at his funeral. 

"Is that Roger's wife and children?"

"Yes, indeed. He was such a fine man, who left behind such a..........diverse family." 

Many more conversations sprang from this, and eventually it got too much for my mother. 

We moved-two months into the school year-to California. The schools were pleasant enough, and I'd decided to go to Orange Dale High. 

"Are you ready?" She asked. She was messing in my curly strands, looking more nervous than I. 

"Mom, I'M ready. But are YOU ready?" I asked. She smiled weakly, quickly embracing me in a bone rushing hug. 

"I love you honey." She whispered. I could tell that she was crying, and now it was my time of departure. 

It's only one year Ebony, I told myself. What my father told me also. I got into my car, turning the key in the ignition. With one last wave to my mother, I pulled out of the driveway. 

I was to take Manny to school since I had my own vehicle, and mom had to go to work. So it was just Manny and I, who sat in the back in his booster seat. 

"Why was mommy crying?" He asked.
"Because you and are I growing up, and she really misses daddy." I spoke in the softest tone that I could. 

"Do you miss daddy?" He questioned. 

"Yes", I nodded, "I do miss daddy."

He was quiet after that, leaving me to think alone about my fathers despair. I did miss him, and every morning I would hope that night hadn't happened and it was all a dream. An illusion of some sort. 

I parked in the schools driveway, getting out and closing my door. I opened Manny's door, unbuckling him. I locked the doors, and grabbed his hand, leading him into the school grounds. Many children were running around, and Manny wanted to go play with them. 

"Okay bud. Your classroom is A-1. Can you find that?" I asked. He nodded, pointing to the room, where the front door had a large letter A on it and a 1 next to it. 

"Okay then, after school I'll be here to pick you up or mom." I said as he ran towards the other children. 

The drive to school was pretty quick, given that Manny's school was three blocks away from mine. I could practically walk to his school without a problem. 

The school that I was attending was huge. It was almost unbelievable that this was an indoors school. 

Standard classes were held in one huge building on the left of the campus, while a second huge building for the fine arts were on the right. In the middle stood the lockers, going up a three stories. 

I would hate to walk up those stairs, I thought. My attention then went to the sound of people cheering. I followed the sound into the middle building. 

Once inside, I stopped in my tracks, watching the scene before me. Two guys were rapping, as a beat behind them was being blasted out of some hand made speakers. 

"Yo mama is ugly, and so is your daddy, your only career is gonna be driving a taxi!!" One of the guys rhymed. I moved forward, fascination churning through me, the bass of the beat making my insides tingle. 

"You talk about my parents like you really know a thing; but the last time I checked to mama can't even sing. Yo daddy is a priest who praises messiah; while his son out here blabbering about something, and calls it spitting his fire." 

My eyes flickered to the boy who persuasively spoke through the mic with ease. He smirked, already sensing that he'd won. 

"The winner of the rap battle is...............Vince!!!" The crowd cheered, while the boy smiled cheekily, and took several bows. 

"Okay!!!! Clear the halls!!! Get to class!!!!" Someone yelled over a megaphone. Students scattered like roaches, leaving me standing there in the empty hall. 

"You must be Ebony Washington." The man said, thankfully without the megaphone. 

I took his hand shaking it, examining the brightly colored tie he wore. "My wife bought this for me as a revenge gift." He explained. 

"What had you done, sir?" I asked with curiosity. 

"You know, some women are so weird, because what she told me was that she wanted nothing last year for our anniversary. Her words specifically." He rambled on until we stopped in his office. 

"You may call Mr. Edwards, or as many of the students call me, Mr. E.. Now if I'm correct, it says here that you've been homeschooled your whole life. Why the sudden change?" He questioned. 

"Well, my teacher retired, and my father, who stepped up, past away a few months ago." I explained. I couldn't believe how calm I was as I talked about Roger, but at the same time it was a blessing. 

A meltdown was the least anticipated thing right now. 

"Oh, we'll I'm sorry for your loss. But I thank you for choosing our school as a first hands on experience of public schooling. Now if you have any questions, just go to the Learning Enhancement building behind this one, and ask our school president. Or if you can't find it, just come to my office and ask away. Now away with that, do you have any questions?" He asked. 

"Um, no, I've gotten everything else pretty much under control from here." I said. 

"Okay then Ms. Washington, good luck and go Warriors!!" He stated, like he'd said it a million times. 

I found my locker in the other building, thankfully on the first floor. The moment I closed my locker, students started filing in, going in and out of lockers, conversing with each other, or even slamming the other person against one of the lockers. 

High school's filled with savages, I thought to myself. I made my way down the hall, following the library sign. Then I remembered that I hadn't gotten my ID card yet. 

"Dammit." I mumbled in frustration. But I still went to the library, finding it to be a bit of a worse version the hallways. There were all kinds of people, loud ones, gang members, kids were even eating in here man. 

I looked at the librarian, who had a dull expression on her face, as if to say, "their not my responsibility anymore", and her frazzled hair only made the statement more obvious. 

I went to turn around, bumping into a large body, causing the both of us to loose our balance and fall. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. This is normal for me." The boy said. When he stood, and helped me up, my eyes widened at his size. He looked to be 6'7, with a wide chest and broad shoulders. The impact I had on his abdomen hurt more because of how solid they were. 

"Now you don't look like a person I've seen before. You new?" He asked. 

"Yeah, just moved here too actually." I had this weird feeling of trust as I told him about myself, which seemed to terrify me a bit more than the current chaos unfolding in the library around us. 

"Well welcome to the home of the Warriors, the wildest, yet undefeated team since '74'." He said, a round of applause and cheers from those who heard him. 

"Yo!!! Damon!! Rap battle!!! Right now in the quad!!!" A guy screamed. Everybody began to file out, and the guy who's name seemed to be Damon nodded his head, gesturing for me to follow him. 

He lead me out the back door of the library, and into a huge campus with smaller buildings inside. A crowd of students formed, and I could feel the bass of the beats coming through the speakers. 

"Lucky J, versus, Vince!!!" The commentator said through the microphone. 

The beat switched, as I noticed the DJ, who looked focused on the one task of creating dope beats. Damon caught my attention, as he pulled me to the front, giving me a firsthand view of what was going on I front of me. 

"I am LuckyJ, the greatest rapper; Vince can't touch this, cause I'm slicker than vapor. He couldn't even handle a test in algebra, the only thing you've got, is the weed that's fill'n ya!!" My eyes widened at the level of expertise this guy had compared to the one from earlier. 

I finally got a good look of Vince, and he didn't look fazed. In fact, he looked as calm as can be. 

He looked fearless.


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