thesuperbandini

A yellow car pulled up quietly in front of the large brick building, covered by huge shady oaks. On the ground, around the school, was lush green grass, with wild flowers. From the passenger side of the car a teenage boy, pressed his face against the window and sighed. “But, Ma” he protested, for a final effort. “I don’t wanna leave Louisiana.” The driver of the car, a robust black woman looked at him. “Rouge, your father and I told you that if you weren’t going to do well at your old school, that we would send you to this boarding school. We only want the best for you.” As the engine stopped, the woman