Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell: Part 1

Jordan DeAnthony Bosswell was a quiet 16 year old with a lound talent. He could take something that the rest of the world thought was ugly, and make it so beautiful that it was difficult to take your eyes off of it; his specialty being painting dirty street corners. He looked like most African American teenage boys, but that changed once you made eye contact wiht him. His short, mocha curls seemed to take in and reflect all the light. His eyes were a cup of hot chocolate when the marshmallows had just dissolved, the Puff Magic of the fluffballs seeping and swirling. He held his head high. He was always aware of his surroundings and knew what was going on, like he could read invisible auras.

People at school knew Jordan as the quiet, gorgeous kid with his left hand always smudged with marker as a result of being a leftie. He was a nice kid, teachers loved him. He wasn't such a goody two shoes but never did anything terribly wrong. Jordan was just...there. The kids would always see Jordan hanging out with Whitney Willington. Whitney Willington was known as the great singer girl with the bubbly attitude. She was pretty popular, but not in a snobby way. Some people wondered what she found in Jordan. Even though Whitney and Jordan weren't a couple, they were really close, like siblings without all of the fighting. "What was so special about him? Whitney could be hanging at a party with US." She was a really beautiful girl. Her bouncy curls were always moving, and were the color of New York City when there is a power outage at midnight. She had nice skin, a caramel fudge milkshake. She had high cheekbones, lifting themselves to the sky. She was the type of girl that teachers always saw "that special thing" in her. She knew how to keep a secret, especially a secret concerning herself, that nobody could ever suspect, except for Jordan.

Jordan tried everything he could so that Whitney and her baby was safe and healty. The father of Whitney's baby was a cruel man, very mean. Whitney had done all she could, she said no. She slapped him. But he had a gun. This was what she had to do to save herself. She had no other choice. Now Whitney had another human to take care of. She couldn't afford to get an abortion. Jordan was the only other person who knew this. Whitney didn't have a father, he had left when she was 4 years old. Her mother was almost never home, it seemed that they talked through notes on the kitchen table than in person. Whitney's mom never asked the normal questions like "So how was school?" or "What homework do you have?" Whitney had spent 4 weeks with this human inside of her. She thought that her mother wouldn't even care when she found out she was pregnant, considering she had give birth when she was 17. Whitney had no idea what she was going to do with the baby. She didn't want to have this memory of the tragety that had happened to her, she didn't want to be the sad and depressed mother. She was considering giving the baby up for adoption, but she didn't want some random person gaining custody of her child, she wanted to be a part of this baby's life in some way or another.

To be continued...