Broken Promises

Posted on April 24, 2011


Broken Promises:

Matilda King and Johnny Ray Sloan came from successful families, were highly intelligent and had the same interest, yet could barely stand to be in the same room. Something happened over the summer, and the two were faced with commonality neither could ignore. They both had abusive home lives, wanted a “real family,” and were highly attracted to the other. The teens gave into their feelings and fell in love—then the real problems began. Problems that followed them into adulthood.

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Back Story:

I love reading and writing novels that show how characters’ past affects their present A few years ago I attended my twenty year high school reunion. In high school I was by no means Miss Popularity. I had three close friends and had a great high school experience. So when I went to my reunion, I went in hopes of seeing my three close friends again. I know it’s a shame, but though we’d been best buddies since 6th grade, we didn’t contact each other after we graduated.

Only one of my three buddies showed up for the reunion, and though I was disappointed the whole crew wasn’t together, I was elated to see my gal pal. Something really unexpected happened to me while I was at the reunion. A few of my Caucasian schoolmates were apologizing for how the Black kids were treated. Okay, I appreciate they had the consciousness to recognize things weren’t right, but let’s move forward in the night’s activities.

I’ve always considered myself an average looking person. So in high school I had several young men wanting me to go out with them, all Black except for one White boy who thought he was Black.  I didn’t date in high school so none of that mattered to me anyway. So here I am twenty years later, and now Black and White men are hitting on me (like they can’t see my wedding band, but that’s a different story). The thing that caught my attention was I didn’t know the White males, but they knew who I was. They’d say what classes we were in together, and I was polite, but had to apologize for not remembering them. In general, they understood because they never approached back then. Me being me, you know I had to ask why not (I knew but I have a little mean streak in me). So three times that night white men said times were different back then. White males just didn’t ask Black females out. Hmmmm, I saw a book in there. Next thing you know, I wrote Broken Promises.

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