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Southern Belle *Chapter 1*
Hello, guys! It's been so long! My name is Tiara, and some of you probably remember me and some might not know who I am, since you're new, but I've been here a long time ago, and I just want to introduce a story, since I thought I would visit back onto this site! I'm glad more people are joining! This story's gonna be a little different. It is going to be set in the deep south in the early 1970's but Michael is going to look like what he did 35 years ago. Enjoy! P.S. I hope none of you become offended, because since it is the South and in the early 70's, there are going to be some slight, minor racial tensions, but I will not use any racial slurs. I'll go as far as to the word "Negro". I am not doing this to offend anyone, I just want to make the story different and interesting (I am black, and I am NOT racist btw). I really don't want to have any disagreements or fights on this. Thanks! :) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Mary Lynn "Skipper" Hauteley was just a typical 15 year old girl, living and enjoying life in the quiet rural town of Huntsville, Alabama. Daughter of Abraham Hauteley, the best-known preacher man throughout the whole town, Skipper was made to seem like the most innocent, obeying little girl that she was thought to be. She was constantly a prisoner by her father's commands: she was forbidden to go to any school functions that did not have a religious topic or theme; she could not listen to any music that was not christian contemperary or gospel; and she could not associate herself with other individuals who didn't look like her or had the same beliefs as her, such as African-Americans, Hispanics, or anyone who had a different religion. Skipper found these rules to be ridiculous and controlling against every aspect of her life. Her father, Abraham, came off as the purest, holiest man in the world out in public, but there was a painfully hidden secret behind closed doors. Abraham Hauteley was a very stern, strict, and controlling man as a husband, but an even worse father. His six beautiful blue-eyed daughters, Skipper, Shannon, Jenny, Maddie, Katrina, and Louise were frightened of him. Not only did Abraham control and beat those poor girls, he exposed them to his true, perverted colors. The girls would get sexually abused by Abraham every opportunity he got with any of them. Skipper was his favorite. Their evil father later graduated them from fondling and introduced them to sex. The sisters always ran to their mother, Della Hauteley, for confidement, but Della refused to believe her daughters, who were desperately in need for help. This Christian family had secrets...secrets that failed to make them Christian at all. It was November 15, 1972, and Skipper was a sophomore at Hellerbee High School. She was becoming shy of her 16th birthday. As a teenage girl, she was supposed to be happy and excited for her sweet 16, but instead, she was exactly the opposite. Skipper was in fear. She was going to spend her birthday with her father, alone, and she knew exactly what he was going to do to her when they head for the "trip" he had for them to celebrate her birthday. They were planning to head to Jacksonville, Florida. Skipper was getting her arithmetic (math) textbook out of her red locker when her friend Lydia approached her. "Hey, Skip!" Lydia greeted her with glee and she slid by her locker, holding her biology notebook. "Hi," Skipper had her head down onto the floor, gloomily. "What's wrong, Skipper? You've been so moody lately," Lydia put her hand on Skipper's shoulder, affectionately. "I-I just don't wanna do anything for my birthday, that's all." Lydia Taylor was Skipper Hauteley's closest friend ever since grade school. But she didn't have an idea that Skipper was leading a dark secret. Lydia grew suspicious. "Come on, Skipper. You're gonna have so much fun on your birthday! You and your daddy are gonna have a blast!" she made the bright side out of it. "I don't wanna go with my daddy, Lydia," Skipper fiercly said. "Um...I'm sorry, Skip. Well, if you don't wanna go with your daddy, I was thinking...that we can go see Lynrd Skynrd. Their last concert is on your birthday and I have a ticket that's lonely. Wanna come?" Lydia flashed the Lynrd Skynrd concert tickets in front of Skipper's face. Her eyes bloomed at the sight of the tickets. She loved Lynrd Skynrd. They were her favorite band, even though she was forbidden to listen to them by her father. "Lydia...wh-where did you get those?" she was dumbfounded. "They were sold outside of the Lin Stadium. I slept outside for tickets. Please, please come with me," she pleaded. "Um..Lydia..I don't know what to tell Daddy." Skipper said. "Tell him that you and me are going to that Saviors convention. " Lydia had a plan and Skipper liked it. "Lydia, are you sure it'll work?" "Is it hard to drive a four wheeler on a dirt road with a blin- dfold on?" Lydia used one of many Southern metaphors. The two best friends laughed and hugged each other. Skipper only had five minutes to get to her arithmetic class, which was on the other side of the large school. In all of Huntsville, there were only three schools: a grade school; a junior high school; and a high school. All children in Huntsville went to or had to go to these three sch- ools, if they remained in the town. The warning bell blasted through the speakers and she was nowhere near room C-8, her math classroom. Since there were no adults or staff around, she decided to sprint as fast as she could to avoid being late. Apparently, she was no longer aware of who she was running into, because she completely ran into someone, droping their books onto the floor. She did not realize who she ran into. "Oh God, I am so sorry!" she kneeled down to gather everything up, including the papers that flew out of the person's folder. She looked up to see the person. The unknown person turned out to be a ravishingly handsome young black man. Skipper's eyes stopped and stared. At this point she did not care if she was tardy to class. "Um...I'm sorry," she gathered up all of the dropped things and handed them to him, with a completely smitten look on her face. The young man had chocolate brown eyes, a long- sleeved plaid shirt on and blue bellbottom jeans and brown boots. His hair was into a large, shapely round afro. He had a gorgeous smile. "Oh no, that's alright," he gently took the books from her hand. His voice was as silk and as smooth as anything in the world. Skipper found it hard to remove her eyes away from him. The young man looked at her textbook. "You're going to arithmetic, eh? I just came from there," he again showed his "to die for" smile. "Um..yes..I'm so late now," she replied as the tardy bell rang. "Ahh, yes, I'm lucky that this is my lunch period," he giggled. "Um, what's your name?" he asked. "Um, me? U-Um...I'm Mary Lynn Hauteley, b-but you can call me 'Skipper'." her words were stuttered. It amazed her how cute he was. "Oh, hi, Skipper. You have a lovely name," he gave a meaningful smile. She blushed. "I'm Michael Jackson, it was very nice to meet you. I gotta get to lunch now," he said with a laugh. "I don't blame ya," she laughed back along with him. "Well, I'll see you around," Michael waved to her as he ran to the cafeteria. "Bye, Skipper!" He ran to meet up with another boy. "Bye, Michael!" she waved back. She turned to the other direction and smiled to herself. He was a really handsome guy, but her father would never approve of her dating a black person, nor even having a simple conversation with them! Skipper hated the way Abraham would always bash on black people, and calling them "negroes" and "monkeys". Skipper felt that the only monkey was him, saying all of these hateful things about people that never did anything to him. Skipper didn't run to the classroom; she just leisurely walked to C-8. She couldn't fix the fact she was late. It was her first time being late in her sophomore year, so she hoped Mr. Craigson would not be so tough on her. Mr. Craigson was writing a warm up on the chalk board as Skipper entered the room. By the silent sounds of her footsteps, Mr. Craigson turned around and caught her red-handed. "Miss Hauteley, where is your pass?" Mr. Craigson stared at her coldly. "Um, I don't have one," she stood frozen in front of the class. "This is your warning, Miss Hauteley. Next time, you will be removed to detention. Is that clear?" the cold stare he gave her still scared the warmth off of her body. "Yes, sir," she obeyed. "Now take your seat," he demanded. She did what she was told and sat next to her other friend, Rachel Stanley. As Mr. Craigson was doing his lesson, Rachel leaned over to Skipper to have a whispering conversation. "Why were you late?" Rachel asked. Skipper leaned forward. "Well, at first I ran, but I ran into somebody. I was talking to him for two minutes. He was the cutest boy I have ever seen." Skipper smiled as her mind flashed back to Michael. "Ooh, who was it?" Curious Rachel was excited to know. "His name's Michael Jackson," Skipper's cheeks turned red from just saying his name. Rachel let out a gasp. "Oh my dear God! Michael Jackson?!" Rachel almost jumped out of her seat. They were lucky Mr. Craigson didn't hear it. "Yeah...what's the big deal?" "Michael Jackson is a senior! A senior!! There's no way your crazy daddy would like yall goin' together," Rachel rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. My daddy doesn't like black people," she frowned. "Michael is so sweet and he is so handsome! And he kept smiling at me when we were talking," she started to blush. "But he does have a girlfriend, you know?" Rachel popped her gum while playing with her pencil. "He does?" Skipper was disappointed. "Yep. Her name's Charlotte Pennersmith. She's a junior, captain of the cheerleading squad, and she's the biggest hussie in Huntsville. Do you know she slept with the whole rugby team?" Rachel informed her. "No..." Skipper leaned her head forward. Rachel rubbed her shoulder. "Aww, it'll be alright. She's trash," Rachel said. For the rest of arithmetic class, Skipper did not have the guts to look up. She remained having her head on the desk. For the rest of the day, she didn't want to talk to anyone. She felt heartbroken, until the end of school, when she saw Michael standing outside on the dirt road, alone. She walked up to him. "Hello again," she approached him. Once his eyes laid on hers, a smile spread on his lips. "Well, hi, Skipper," he looked as if he was in a new light. He noticed that under her long Bohemian skirt, she was barefoot. "Um, Skipper? You're not wearing any shoes," he realized. "Oh, that? I always take off my shoes whenever I walk a dirt road. It's a southern thing. Everybody does it," she let him know. "Oh, no one told me that," he giggled softly. "So..I have a feeling you're not from here, I suppose," she said. "You've guessed right. I'm from Gary, Indiana," he smiled. "But Indiana is mostly country, isn't it?" she was confused. He responded with a hard laugh, "No, I'm from the urban part of Indiana." "Ohh...I feel stupid," she laughed. Skipper spotted her mom's 1971 Chevy driving behind the trees, so she had to end my conversation with Michael quick. "Um..I gotta go. My momma's here. Bye, see ya tomorrow," she ran off. "Bye, Skipper!" he smiled. As he watched her run to her mother's truck, he felt a warmness inside of him. He loved the way her long, blonde hair swished from side to side as she walk, and he definitely was attracted to her country accent. Michael saw his girlfriend, Charlotte walk to him, holding her pom- poms in hand. "Hey, babe," she gave him a long, passionate kiss. Through the kiss, Michael still thought of Skipper and his mind could not escape from thinking of her. He wondered if she felt the same way. End of Chapter One! Was it good? Let me know!! :)
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