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Antoine was the only black person in the bus; all the other students were white, many of them with blonde hair and blue eyes to boot, making Antoine painfully aware of his own dark-brown skin and thick, curly hair. It was like an opposite version of 'Where's Waldo'. The only other colored person was the bus driver, an aging mestizo who had trouble hearing out of blowjob his right ear, so threesome you had to repeat everything to him twice. As Antoine tried to find a seat amidst the hostile glares, he wondered if this all hadn't been one big mistake. Antoine and his mom had moved to this small town after his dad died in a freak construction accident. From what Antoine had been told, his dad had been walking around the site when a machine malfunctioned, accidentally catapulting a stray piece of debris towards him, killing him instantly. They hadn't been able to afford a lawyer, and the construction company had weaseled their way out of a settlement. With most of their money spent on the funeral and no steady income, they had been forced to give up their suburban home in Iowa and move south to Wellspring, a town of some eight thousand inhabitants deep in the heart of rural Alabama. A housing company had offered them this house as part of a diversity program, and at first Antoine and his mom had been ecstatic; the company covered all the moving expenses, and the deal came with an automatic enrollment into the local high-school, and some extra welfare money to help them make ends meet. But their new house was a shadow of their old one, with just two bedrooms, creaky stairs, and a ceiling that dripped an oddly colored liquid. But it was the best they could afford, and Antoine wasn't about to complain to his mom. She was trying her best, he knew. With her husband recently deceased, a teenage son to take care of, and all the financial troubles, it was a wonder she hadn't fallen apart. What they hadn't anticipated, however, was what the town itself would be like. Antoine had heard stories of the South being less...courteous to colored folks, and Wellspring seemed to be the poster town of this stereotype. As he walked through the bus he heard mumbled laughter and hushed whispers, but he ignored them and kept walking. At the far end of the bus he found two empty seats, and sat down next to the window. Antoine had quickly found out the reason for the housing company's diversity initiative: Wellspring was white, whiter than an avalanche during a snowstorm. In fact, as far as Antoine was aware, he and his mom were the only two black people in town. And it showed in the way they were treated. While there wasn't any outright hostility, they were stared at, kids would point at them, and people would mumble things as they passed by. Antoine never quite heard what they were saying, but one time he swore he could make out "-ger" as a horribly smelling fat man waddled passed them with his dog. While the bus stopped at big a traffic light, Antoine thought about how he was going to survive the next few years. His old school had been highly varied in its demographic: Whites, Asians, Blacks, Latinos, you name it and you would find at least a dozen of them wandering the hallways at any given time. Nobody stood out, and Antoine's circle of friends had included just about every color on the rainbow. At least the girls here were nice to look at, he told himself, trying to find a silver lining. He wasn't sure what was in this town's water, but all the girls seemed to have 'matured' beyond their age. Their tits tended to be big, and their asses were either tight and well-shaped, or surprisingly large for a white girl. 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