Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 22:11:58 -0800 (PST)
From: denverbarry1@yahoo.com
Subject: The Calling

THE CALLING
By Denverbarry1
Chapter 1

The story you are about to read is fiction. It is just a fantasy that I
have had for as long as I can remember. I hope you enjoy it. I am working
on the real story of my childhood and it should be out soon.

	I will start out with a little about me. I was 11 almost 12 years
old the first time I went to public school. The first 7 years of my
schooling were spent in privet schools and although I was not the most
popular kid in the school I did stand out. I was shorter than most at about
4 ft. I had brown hair and eyes and although I was not fat, I was a little
chunky. I grew up in your average white middle class family and until I
started this trek into the public school system I had very little contact
with the black community.
	I was for some reason very interested in black people and until I
started Jr. High I had no idea why. Because I was in privet schools my
whole life, I didn?t know very many kids outside my own block. Everything
started out ok. I got along with most people, but found that I was kind of
intimidated by the black guys in the school. Don?t get me wrong, I was not
scared of them?. there was just something about them that gave me a feeling
that I could not name at the time. I guess looking back I would say that I
was feeling kind of inferior.
	The change in my life started the day I first met Fred. I was just
walking down the hall on the way to my next class when right beside me a
bunch of books fell and hit the ground. I looked over at them and then up
to the guy that dropped them. He was an 8th grader, black, totally in shape
and very intimidating. I started to walk off when he said ?have I done
something to piss you off?? I looked at him and said ?no, why??

Well you saw me drop those books and instead of picking them up you start
to walk off. Why are you disrespecting me like this?

I just looked at him and said ?I didn?t mean to disrespect you honest?.

Then pick up the books and give them to me.

	Picked up the books and handed them too him. I am not sure why, but
I felt ashamed for not doing this in the first place. I know it was not my
problem, but it was the way I felt. The whole time I was picking up the
books and handing them to him I never looked him in the eye. When I gave
him the books he just said ?good boy, now go to class?. For some reason I
thanked him and moved on.
	This is how things went for the next few weeks. I would see him in
the hall, lunch or recess. He would tell me to do something minor like get
a ball or let him in front of me in line and I would. Then the something
that I was not expecting happened. I was walking down the hall past his
locker and he was standing there. It was weird because I was thinking to
myself, what do I get to do for him this time? As I was passing his locker
he looks up and says ?boy come here.? I went over to him and could not
believe that I said, ?yes sir?.

He said. ?You and I need to have a long talk. Tomorrow you will meet me at
the bike racks after school and you will come to my house. Is there any
problems with that??

?No sir?

?Good see you tomorrow. Now get to class.?

	The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was totally mixed up with
my emotions, I was torn between being really excited about being with him
and really scared that I had done something to make him mad at me. Now I
know because you are reading this story that you may think that my being
excited was sexual, but at that time I was not even thinking about sex. To
me he was kinda like Superman, a hero that you would love to hang with but
never think that you will.
	I didn?t sleep at all that night, I was just too excited. The next
day in school I could not concentrate on anything and didn?t even eat
lunch. Then it was time the last bell rang and ran out to my bike. I
unlocked it and just waited for my idol to come out. When he finally did I
almost peed myself from pure excitement. He walked past me and got his
bike. He started heading out and looked back at me and simply said ?come?.
I followed him to the other side of the bridge where he stopped and looked
at me. He said, ?To start off with I want you to take your bike and back up
3 steps?. I did as I was told and then he said, ?When you are will me you
will always be on my right and 3 steps behind me. This is not because I
don?t want to be seen with you or anything like that; it is just you
showing me the proper respect. Do you understand??
	I told him I did and we continued to his house. I worked very hard
to stay exactly three steps behind so that he would not be mad at me. When
we got to his house, we took our bikes into the back yard and went into
this enclosed patio area. Once he closed the door he put his big hand on my
shoulder and told me to kneel down. Once I was on my knees, he pulled up a
chair and said, ?Now I will tell you why you are here. After a lot of
thinking about this I have decided to take you on as my slave.? I looked at
him sure that I had not heard him right. Then he said, ?Over the last few
weeks I have been testing you to see if you are worthy to serve me and if
you would actually be interested in it. I knew you that you know that you
are less then black people. What I mean by that is that I have been
watching you and when you are with white people you are really talkative
and outgoing. However, when you are around blacks you are submissive,
quiet, and respectful. Because of this I have decided to train you to serve
me.?
	I looked at him and had no idea what to say. So he did the talking
for me. He said, ?Now you have to make a choice. You can choose to stay and
start your training or you can go and we will never talk again. The thing
you that you must understand is that if you are going to stay, you are
going to do everything and anything I tell you to do or you will be
punished and I will still make you do it, it is up to you.?
	I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and like a
deer my brain was telling me to get out of there and run home. However, my
brain never communicated that to my body and certainly not my mouth because
before I could stop I told Fred that I wanted to stay and would be good. He
just smiled and said he knows I will be good and do what I am told.

This is just the start of this one guys. Let me know what you think at
denverbarry1@yahoo.com If you want me to continue I will.