(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history.)Chapter 1Tuesday, 11 pm. Hollyweather Highschool, classroom 6B.“Will the sitting champion be able to defeat his most dangerous opponent yet.” Scott Olson quietly narrated the chess match between Carl Peterson, the president of the chess club, and its newest member Daniel Tanaka.Six months ago, Daniel had moved from California to the c...

Crystal blue eyes. The type that on another girl could look dramatic or vulnerable. Even soul piercing. But squinted by a smile too small for her boxy face and caked with a thick rim of black makeup, she appeared exactly how she really was: trying too hard. “Just this once.” Giggling, Blake’s blonde girlfriend rounded the desk countertop. Craned her neck to look up at him as she pulled the white drawstring of his swim sho...

Grey I’m glad my husband’s BMW6series has darkened windows in the back. I take a deep breath, ring the doorbell, hurry to the backseat and gaze at your front door. Finally it opens. You take two steps look around and shrug. I can’t breathe. I see how resilient you walk, your youthful appearance and the intensity in your eyes. My face starts glowing and I feel shivers covering my body and wavelets running through my abdome...

Having settled comfortably on the therapist's couch, Marge was visibly nervous. "So let's get started. How are you feeling today, Marge?" "I guess, okay, Dr. Sigberg. I'm nervous and tired. I didn't get any sleep again last night." "Can you tell me what kept you awake, Marge?" "Not really, doctor. You know, I really don't think these therapy sessions are working." "Marge, it takes time. This is only your third session. De...

The bell rang. Everyone jumped out of their desks and bolted for the door, except for a few students, including me. The other three were girls. One of them, whose name was Elana, was talking to another one named Alexis. The third was a girl named Alice. She was packing up her backpack. All three were juniors, like me. Elana was an attractive Iranian girl with long black hair that covered the top half of her back. Her body...

It was the afternoon at the Hollyweather high school. Joana Simmons, a senior, stood in front of her history class. The blonde and somewhat chubby girl held up her notes in front of her huge chest. Her summer dress that her mother had helped her pick out, showed off a healthy amount of her cleavage. “And that is why Charles Jackson was such an important founding father.” Joana finished her assignment on one of the few bl...

Journal One 7/7/16 It's a funny thing, really. I used to be one of those shy and reserved girls during my freshman and sophomore years in high school. I had a close group of friends and everything, but I was never known as the most outgoing or the most popular. I usually avoided going to school dances because it was just so far from my comfort zone (having the entire school watch me dance? no thanks), and I would hesitate...

It was a cloudy Friday afternoon when we pulled up the driveway that led to Becca's parent's house. “We're here,” Becca announced, as she parked her car and unbuckled her seatbelt. I unbuckled my seatbelt and started to get out of the car, but Becca grabbed my left shoulder and motioned for me to remain in my seat. “Hold on,” Becca said. “There's something that we need to talk about first.” “A couple family rules?” I wond...

The heat of the bonfire warmed my hands as Lacy slightly nudged me. “Look straight ahead.” I slightly nodded, waited for a couple of seconds, and glanced up, peering over the flames of the raging bonfire. Sitting on a stump in between a group of other seniors sat Max, who seemed to be glancing back through his messy black hair, his green eyes sharply reflecting the fire’s dim light. Somewhere among the circle, a girl yell...

In Part 1 of this story I described that my name is Frank, and I am a seventeen-year-old Aussie boy living in Sydney, in my twelfth year in high school, or what would be a senior in the US. I am five feet and ten inches tall and weighed one hundred and eighty-five pounds. I was average looking, but sometimes received compliments on having a cute face and a nice smile, and everyone said that I look younger than my age. I w...

I got a letter in the mail today. It was an invitation to my fiftieth high school reunion. It read: “You are cordially invited to the Washington Irving High School Class of ’66, Fiftieth Reunion.” Included was the usual contact info with a request to RSVP. Along with it was a personal note from the reunion committee chair, Susan Camarato Hammersmith. It read: “Looking forward to seeing you and reminiscing about some very...

It had been a week since I had my virginity stolen by Brad after his senior prom. Now that I was sixteen and had already cheated on my boyfriend Steve, I decided it was time to finally have sex with him. We had been going out for a few months and he'd been begging since about the first week, so it only felt right. Of course, we'd been doing oral stuff since we first started dating. I waited until Wednesday to tell him bec...