Lauren's POV:

"Mommy!? Mommy!?" I cried, I wondered around, looking for her. Where did she go? I only looked away for a second, and she was lost in the mall with my baby sister. "Mommy!?" Tears were dripping down my face.

"Hey Lil' Mama, you lost?" I turned around and saw a dark man kneel to my height and grab me by the waist. "You okay?" He rubbed the dripping tears off my face with his soft hands.

"I can't find my mommy, she ran away when I was looking in the window!" A whole new set of tears formed and I they drained from my eyes.

"Hey, don't cry, we'll find your mommy okay? Aww," he quieted me down and picked me up. I put my arms around his neck and felt the velvety skin he had. I drew circles on it. "How old are you?"

"This many!" I held up three fingers. "Mister, what's your name?" I asked, fixated by the feel of his skin.

"Jicobi Lakell. That's Mr. Lakell to you, okay babygirl?" His deep voice injected into my brain.

"Okay." I agreed.

"What's yours?" He asked me.

"Lauren." I answered.

"You have a very pretty name, Lauren." He complimented.

"Thank you!"

"Now, where was the last place you saw your mommy?" He questioned.

"Over there!" I pointed to a window where there were puppies inside.

"What do your mommy look like?" I looked at him, he was focusing very intently on the whole adventure, scoping out every woman.

"She has blonde hair...and green eyes, and she has my baby sister too!" I exclaimed.

"Lauren!? Lauren!" I heard my mommy's voice. I looked in the other direction.

I gasped excitedly. "Mommy!" My mommy ran to the man with the stroller and took me from his arms.

"Lauren, don't ever do that again! Honey, I didn't know where you were, you scared me!" She pulled me to her face and kissed my forehead. She grabbed the stroller and she was on her way after she put me down.

I looked at Mr. Lakell and went over to try to give him a hug goodbye, but Mommy grabbed my arm, twisting it, which made me shriek in pain, and pulled me away from him.

"Ma'am!" Mr. Lakell yelled softly yet demanding. "Let her arm go. You're hurting her, can't you see that she's crying?"

"Don't tell me what to do with my daughter, you were probably trying to kidnap her!" She twirled around, me crying and being dragged after her on my toes. 

"Mr. Wakull!" I screamed. I reached my hand for him and looked at him one last time before crying and watching floor tiles fly by as I stared at the ground dejectedly.

I had just wanted to touch him one last time. 

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Lauren, a 16 year old girl, moves to Benton, LA, which is a small town, and soon falls in love with a black guy named Jicobi. But her mom is racist when it comes to her daughter dating one and puts her in a hopeless situation. Does she keep loving Jicobi, the one who makes her happy? Or does she live unhappily and give in to her mother's wishes?

Lauren: white 16 year old girl, from the city/street smart, moves to country, only is attracted to black guys.

Jicobi: black 17 year old male, from Benton, his first girlfriend becomes Lauren, has vived dreams that have tons of meanings.

Girls write as Lauren.
Boys write as Jicobi.
Both in first person, write POV at the top of the story with name like this one.

updated Dec 9 '09 by paperplanetrain