I grew up in a city in the deep south that still believed that interracial couples were not proper, including my family. My father is a politician that came from money.
Being a politician he kept his racist remarks about interracial couples, and people strictly at home. Growing up hearing my father going off at home about how could that white slut shame herself hanging out with, kissing, holding hands with that nigger, spook or porch monkey. I got the lectures of how he didn't want me hanging out with lower class citizens and all he wanted was the best for his little girl.
In my senior year of high school I had received a letter of a full acedemic scholarship to my fathers alma matter for cheerleading. He was so happy that on my 18th birthday he gave me a red convertible sports car.
I spent that summer hanging out with my girlfriends shopping, swimming, and partying. My mother who was not a foolish person had started me on the pill when I was 15, just incase. She always stressed that it was a precaution and I should worry about my education and remain a virgin until I was married.
I had been dating the same boy for the last two years and he never tried to go all the way. He was a perfect gentleman at all times and we often talked about the possibility of us getting married after college.
I loved him so much just for being such a gentleman. I gave him my virginity a week before I left for college. Even though I was on the pill I asked him to wear a condom.
We had a long talk afterwards about the next four years apart. Except for holidays and vacations we decided to break up just incase we met someone at college. We talked about how we would get back together after graduating if no one else came along. This was the best thing to do for both of us.
I left for college the next week. I went to the cheerleader tryouts and did very well making the varsity squad as a freshman.
By Thanksgiving break I had made friends with the upper class students on the squad and some from my classes. We were all snobs who looked down on all the people less fortunate than ourselves.
We were all invited to the best parties and started experimenting with the drugs and alcohol. I found I did not like many of the drugs or consuming a lot of alcohol. I did however like to smoke some pot to relax occasionally.
I had slept with a couple of the young men in our social class and always made them use a condom because of all the diseases out there. The sex was not very exciting and didn't last long.
My first year of college was almost over and I had a terrible winter/spring semester with bouts of pneumonia and recurring bronchitus.
I had two weeks left at college and was just getting over the latest case of bronchitus when my life changed forever. The summer formal was this weekend and I needed a new dress but didn't know where to get one.
I asked the captain of the cheerleading squad where I could go. She gave me directions and the address which I programmed into the GPS.
On Friday I headed out after classes ended at noon to get a dress. It was a nice day in the 80's with a slight breeze. I wore a skin tight dress that accentuated my 5'6", 125 pound, 34C-24-34 figure with my brunette hair up in a pony tail.
I hit the highway and started driving and got off the exit indicated. The area was run down which I didn't give a thought to just yet. At the first stop light a homeless black man came out of nowhere asking if he could wash my windshield, "Don't touch my car loser, get away."
I looked at the GPS and it indicated a right turn in half a mile. The light turned green and I sped away from the bum with a squeal, almost hitting the him.
I had to constantly check the GPS and noticed that it had stopped working. I made several turns and figuring I was lost I called my friend Cindi.
She asked what I was doing, I told her that I was going to buy a dress for the formal and got lost when my GPS stopped working. We started chatting about what a fun year it had been while I looked for the freeway. I pushed my gucci sun glasses to the top of my head and started noticing that the people were of color and I started getting scared, "Cindi I'm really lost and can't find the highway."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
"Is there a street sign?"
"31st and Elm."
"Girl did you read your school brochure, you're in the ghetto."
"My GPS stopped working, I don't know how to get out of here."
"Hold on I'll go to google maps and get you back here."
I pulled over and waited a minute, Cindi came back a minute later with directions to the highway, I said thanks and hung up.
Pulling away from the curb I hit a red light when all of a sudden their was another homeless black man with a bucket and squeegee coming towards me, "Miss, wash your window?"
"Get away from me scumbag, don't touch the car."
"All I wanted...."
"I don't care, get away loser."
I heard a snicker and looked to see a large greasy looking black man leaning against a pole shaking his head, "Shouldn't talk like that missy, get yourself in trouble."
The light turned green and I sped off with a squeal, turning left. Looking over my shoulder I flipped the man off and yelled, "FUCK YOU."
I turned back just as I was catapulted into the air bag.
I don't know how long I was out, but as I was coming to I heard my name, "Sidni Jennings."
I was laying on the pavement looking up at an overpass, "Where am I?"
"Well Sidni Jennings you a long way from that richy rich address of yours."
I started to get up but had to stop, I had a terrible headache. I looked around and saw my car on top of a pile of debris with the front smashed in, steam coming from the hood. I wasn't going anywhere now.
I looked around and saw a couple of whores coming our way. The man that was leaning on the pole, and the bum were leering at me. One of the whores asked, "She okay?"
"Just a bump on the head, she's fine."
There was another large black man going through my car, "What have we got here?" holding up a baggie.
