JUST us

Every morning Dianne would call or text my phone to alert me that she was leaving her house for school. Dianne was very punctual, and smart. How I was able to make her my girlfriend, only God knows. I met Dianne last year at a community church of all places. Our neighboring schools had joined forces to raise money for our student body's summer trip fund. I Was a junior, and she was what I thought to be the coolest, flyest white girl in Hazelwood. We had become closer than friends after we found out we both had a love for fashion, and making music. Although she was a freshman, she was more mature and pleasingly cornbread thick. Most of the kids in our schools were uneducated, unapproving, haters. Many people, adults as well looked at interracial relationships with a crooked eye. In a moment of what I had considered a growing attraction, neither I nor Dianne gave a second concern of what people thought.

Before I met Jazz, I was the lame, boring freshman with few friends; and no social life beyond school activities. I was president of our school editorial. It was commendable not only because I'm an underclassman but I'd managed to get the job over 1 senior, and two 10th graders. I'd been secretly dating Jazz for 3 months. My parents had been assuming my weekends were spent at the mall with friends, and that every morning I was rushing out of the house full of life because school was so exciting. If my ex-marine Dad and overreacting Mother knew of my extracurricular activities, Id be disowned for sure. I don't have a clue how to tell my overly protecting family, I've been dating, and falling in love with Jamar Jazz Edwards, the kindest understanding boy I've ever known. Why should his ethnicity matter? If two people enjoy each other's company, and I'm treated like a queen, that's all that should matter. Or is it.

Something's definitely not right. Dianne always calls me at 7 30,to meet so I can walk her to school. I have not officially been invited to her home, but I know the house she lives in. A nice 3 story brick, with a driveway on the side. I know because ill admit, I Had been curious about who she lives with. she seems like she has cool parents, I believe her dad was in the war in IRAQ, or, something and her mom is a doctor. She is an only child, so I'm sure her pops is drilling any guy near his baby girl. All I can do is lay that Jazz charm on him if we ever meet.

I was concerned about my new friend and decided to go by her house and see if she had overslept, or was ill . Only dating a couple of months, still, it was strange not hearing from Dianne. We would talk for hours about anything and everything. Our favorite slogan was, just us. It's just us babe, her voice sounded so sexy when she spoke. In fact, all I could think of was on my way to 4411PARK ave. was her sweet vocals soothing my ears. When I reached PARK st. I immediately noticed a police unit in Dianne's driveway. As I made a few steps closer, I could see a person in the back of the police car. What in the world? I thought to myself. All I could do was stare in disbelief, and wonder. What could have happened, it was too early in the morning for this malarkey, Right as I was about to make my escape, Her, and I made eye contact. I could see she had been crying, and upset. Her usual perky expression was one of uncertainty and displacement. What did this girl do, I thought. The only way to find out was to let the scene settle, then politely / introduce myself, and state my concern. after all, this is what men do when faced with adversity, I'd repeat in my head. I had to pump myself up for this one. Who knew how these good white people were gonna react when I explained who, and what I doing at their home. Well here goes it all. Stand up and/ man uptime.

Karen our 18 yr. old daughter is not going to disrespect this family. I didn't fight for my country to provide for my family to be disrespected. No way is this gonna continue not on my watch! Before I left for I was confronted with my worst nightmare. Dad had been informed by a close associate of his daughter's new romantic endeavors. I could not believe my father had someone spying on my personal life. I was caught off guard, and couldn't imagine, no more just us.

After/ being given an ultimatum, and becoming completely / unresponsive to my Dad's demands, a sudden feeling of love loss, and crucial pain entrapped my entire being. I had no clue I felt so strongly about Jamar. All of sudden nothing else mattered but him. Everything I'd learned in my therapy sessions went out the window. All those feelings of self -hate, and those bipolar symptoms and characteristics /seemed to hit me like a sack of bricks. I was having a mental health breakdown. I had been off my medication for some time. Apparently, matters of the heart and depressive psychotic Disorder don't mix. Jazz hadn't known about my struggles with mental health, who knew unexpecting betrayal, would trigger an episode I wish had not occurred. As mine and Jazz's eyes silently communicated, the tears of regret could not stop falling. while I sat in handcuffs. my poor mother lay lifeless in the family room, suffering from an accidental gunshot, from the hands of her own daughter. Dianne unexpectedly discharged her fathers, 45 pistol, while claiming /self -harm. Sadly two relationships were destroyed, How could events have gone differently. What if anything could have lightened Dianne's Dad's heart? Should Jazz and Dianne have been open about their relationship? Only the man above knows why....