Black Aristocrate:Lawrence

One day on a trip to Lawrence, a city in Kansas I have grown to hate, I got lost on my way around trying to find a bus back to Kansas City. The night I was originally planned to leave I miss my bus buy 20 minutes. I go back to the auditorium where my best friend was having dance practice. Upon Arrival I find that she is gone and all that is left are a few Indian students practicing dance routines. I don't know the students though I am sure they know my best friend. I stand in the doorway for a little bit the handfull of students have not noticed me. A female stands closest to me with her back facing me. "Excuse me….Excuse me miss." She doesn't look back she just stand away from the door. "No, uh…miss I can't find my friend and my phone is dead may I use yours?" She smiles and leads me to the next room so that I may use her cell phone. I use the phone and find my friend. I thank her and leave.


The next day after spending the night with my friend I again try and make the bus however I am 2 blocks away when I see the bus I am supposed to be on speed away from the bus stop I was supposed to be at. I curse loudly to myself. My phone is dead and I am unsure if that was even the bus, as I thought I was early. I notice a white student walking a little bit ahead of me. "A.." I yell out toward him. He doesn't respond. "Hey…" again he does not hear. I make no change to my pitch I simply deepen my voice a bit and…"A-yo my mans!" he looks back quickly and before giving him time to show confusion I avoid eye contact and ask him the time. "a quarter to four." He replies looking at his cell phone.I quicken my pace and walk past him. "bet." I reply as I walk away.