I have decided to put up a little sneak peek for Three Strong Words before I publish it before August 11. I'll be without internet for a while and I want to publish it before I lose internet. So here is the first sneak peek!
I hate you.
I never actually said those words aloud to him but in the beginning I sure did
think it a lot. The thought of being near him sent nausea churning through my
stomach and hearing his name caused my temper to flare to the point where I
could almost feel my blood boil. Aiden Parker, every time I look at you three
words always run around in my head. I hate you.
"Shit,
shit, shit!" I huffed as I ran to my gym class. I was running late from
writing the advice column in the newspaper, gym isn't important to me anyway
but unfortunately in this cruel world, gym was a grade that could not go lower
than an A because then I can kiss my perfect GPA goodbye.
Performing a
perfect slide that gave me an instant flashback to the cartoons of my
childhood, I opened the door just as the late bell rang. Everyone turned to
look at me, Mrs. Kohl eyeing me from head to toe then with a snarl she nodded
her head. I breathed a sigh of relief, Mrs. Kohl has this rule that if half of
your body isn't inside the door when the late bell rings then you will be
counted late and you won't get any participation points for the day.
Considering how there isn't any written works or anything in this godforsaken
class, participation is the only thing that really shows up on report cards.
"Thank
you for joining us Miss Hernandez, please join us for the wonderful new
semester where I assign your seats," she said with a humorless smirk on
her large face, the movement of her mouth opening and closing caused her chin
fat to jiggle. I will never understand how Mrs. Kohl managed to get a job as a
gym teacher.
"Seats?"
From the deep gasps of breath I was taking, I was sure I heard her wrong.
"Yes
Miss. Hernandez, now seeing as we start on the health section of gym it is only
practical to have desks to allow you to do your work," everyone giggled
and I felt my face heat up. Thank God my olive complexion can hide my blush.
"Of
course, you always know the answer when it comes to gym," I said managing
to muster up the best fake smile I could. Some snickers echo off of the walls
of the gym where I now noticed that tables were lined up in three rows, and two
sat to a table.
"I'm
glad that you think so, which is why you will be sitting next to Mr.
Parker," my jaw drops as a small gasp and jaws dropping came from my
classmates. I turned and spotted Aiden Parker sitting at a table by himself. A
scowl was on his face. Great. I'm going to be spending the rest of the year
sitting next to a racist. Mrs. Kohl is out to get me. I wonder if this will
count as attempted murder, I thought as I made my way to the table and plopped
into the empty seat.
Contrary to
popular belief, and I say this with the least amount of sarcasm I can muster,
there's still racism in the south. Usually whites hate blacks and blacks hate
whites, Hispanics on the one hand don't pick sides, if you treat us good we
treat you good, but unfortunately the racist whites don't tend to look past the
stereotype that we're supposed to be their servants. Basically when the blacks
stopped working for the whites as maids and nannies, we kind of took over.
Ironic considering how they complain about white people treating them bad and
being overworked and underpaid more than us.
I can do
this. I tell myself, there was no way in Hell that I would EVER give Aiden the
satisfaction that he scared me and that if I didn’t watch out I would end up as
one of the few lynched Hispanics. In an attempt to get my mind off of my
predicament I scanned the rows until my eyes landed on my best friend, Kida.
What
the hell? She mouthed to me, I sigh and making sure Mrs.
Killer-Kohl isn’t watching me, I give a shrug and point two fingers to my
forehead and make a shooting motion. Instead of giggling like I hoped she
would, she turns paler and looks over at Aiden.
