Jeremy Simms: A Narrative Fiction

It was a gloomy, still winter morning in Southern Mississippi. My brother Jeremy Simms and I were walking to the Jefferson Davis County school. My brother and I heard someone trailing behind on the red dirt road that lead up to us. Then, I heard someone calling my name. “Uh. . . Miz Lillian Jean, wouldja wait up a minute, please?” called Cassie.
Once she caught up to me she said, “Thanks for waiting.” “What do you want,” I said glaring down at her
“Well,” she said, “ I been thinking ‘bout what had happened about a month ago in Strawberry.”
“Yeah” I said questioningly?
“ Well, to tell you the truth, I was real upset for a while. But my papa told me it don’t do no good sitting around being mad. Then I seen how things was. I mean I should’ve seen it all along. After all, I’m who I am and you’re who you are.”
She then offered to carry my books for me. I was pleased that Cassie finally got the way things were. She walked me to the crossroads, then waved to me, good-bye. Through the month of January she was my little servant. I waited for her every day to carry my books. I would bring my friends so that I could brag about my little servant. I started to gain trust in Cassie, I even confessed my deepest secrets to her. I told her who I loved and how I got his attention. A few days later Cassie waited for me. I gave her my books again.
Cassie said, “Scuse me, I got a real nice surprise for