It was great to finally be one of the seniors. All through school the lower grades I'd looked up to those studs and admired how they ruled the halls of Jefferson High. You might even say I even worshiped those beautiful hunks. Here at Jefferson High there was no problem between the blacks and whites it was all about who was in. There were just two kinds of studs there at Jefferson the Jocks and the Brains. Anyone else just fell between the cracks. In my dreams I'd always wanted to be
a Jock, but at least I made it into the Brain category. I wasn't any 98 pound weakling but I sure wasn't any hunk. Grudgingly the only work they ever used to describe me was pretty. Damn how I hated to be called that. Some of the jocks even whispered I was so pretty I had to be a fagot. Well at least I though that was better than being called a nerd. When I got home one day and the neighborhood was all a buzz straining to get a look to see who was moving into the old Blare house. Sitting on the porch like all the rest of the neighbors were doing I saw this black man standing on the porch and he seemed to do doing all the directing of the moving and placing of everything.
Our eyes met and waving he called over telling me his name was Willard Jason. Then he asked if I w
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