Thursday, 10/26/1961
Dear Diary: There’s a new boy in school named Carter. He’s so cool. He’s half black …. his skin is the color of milk chocolate and he’s got amazing green eyes. I dig him. If my parents find out, I’m dead! They’re so prejudiced!
Friday, 10/27/1961
Dear Diary: Great news! Carter is now my Biology partner! I know he’s into me. He winks whenever he sees me. My friends giggle; they’re so childish. Really! We’re 15. The black girls are giving me dirty looks. Beverly bumped me hard when she walked by. Carter likes me! He’s so hot!
Monday, 10/30/1961
Dear Diary: We were sitting real close in class, sharing the microscope. Carter’s arm brushed against my boob. I liked it. I leaned in closer and placed my hand on his leg. Then the bell rang! Carter whispered “Give me your phone number”. I scribbled it down and he winked at me.
Tuesday, 10/31/1961
Dear Diary: Teacher’s Conference Day. No school and my parents are at work. The ringing phone woke me. I was stunned to hear Carter’s voice: “Pretty Lily White. I’m bored. Come to my place. We’ll listen to music.” I said “Okay“, and got his address. I walked the three blocks to his house. The radio was playing Motown and we started dancing. He gave me a drink …. Scotch, I think …. and he laughed when I coughed. He took my glass and kissed me. I’d never been kissed like that before. We were drinking, smoking and dancing. I must have passed out. I only remember bits and pieces. I woke up in Carter’s bed. The Miracles singing “Ooh, Baby, Baby”. Carter’s friends Warren and Kevin appeared in a cloud over my head; I have no memory of them being there. What did I do? What did they do? Next thing I know I’m dressed and Carter’s helping me down the stairs, mumbling something about having to “clean up the mess”. He opened the front door and I staggered out, the cool air clearing my head a bit. I smelled like smoke, Scotch and sex. Somehow I made it home, showered and crawled into bed. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Wednesday, 11/1 – Friday 11/3/1961
Dear Diary: Faked bad period cramps. Skipped school and missed the Halloween dance tonight. I just couldn’t face anyone..
Monday, 11/3/1961
Dear Diary: This morning at school I saw Carter walking with his arm around Beverly. He winked at me as we passed and Beverly bumped me hard. Carter’s friends laughed. I’m sure they all know what happened. I could just die.
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Oooo! I do like this one. Great write and thanks for leaving me the link
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My pleasure! I don’t usually leave links to my stuff on other people’s posts; I just had a feeling you’d dig this one. Thanks for letting me know you did.
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Poor girl. Carter turned out to be a cad. I hope she isn’t pregnant.
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True. This is always the risk involved.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Those confusing early years. Lives can change in an instant. 😞 The diary format adds to this story. Well done.
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Those times were dizzying with excitement, fun, adventure, raging hormones. First love is supposed to be sweet and thrilling, not forced and frightening and confusing.
What a shame to grow up too fast and have a broken heart.
Thanks, Michele. I appreciate your comments about the diary format.
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Yes, great truth to that. 😔
You are welcome, writer Nancy!
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Oh, how awful for her, to be abused by someone she really liked.
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Sure was, Sweets.
I dare say, it happens often.
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Perhaps the title might have been “The Dangerous Games People Play with Us”.
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Nice twist, Allen!
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It happens 😦
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It certainly does.
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Sadly, this is a very old scenario. Nicely written N.
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Thanks, D, and you’re right about that!
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… Walk on by, walk on by 🎶🎶🎶
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Flick your shoulder,
keep on walking and
never let them see you
cry.
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That’s the line; lived by it a few times.
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Then I’m in good company.
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In truth, sis, I’d rather need a walking stick than live through those days again.
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It takes two to tango.
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Exactly right!
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I hope she doesn’t end up getting pregnant, as Carter is clearly not ready for the responsibility of being a father.
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Excellent point, Jim.
Perhaps a follow up is in order?
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A sad story! Perhaps she’ll learn to be more careful
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It is sad. Perhaps the other individuals involved will learn they cannot abuse people as they have. I can’t blame her entirely.
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It’s happing every day!
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And there I was thinking next entry would be ‘ Tomorrow we march from Selma to Montgomery”… I have been Twistaronied!!
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Ha! Twistaronied!!
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