Friends with the Enemy

For some days then, I've been thinkin' 'bout what had happened down in Strawberry, with Lillian Jean and them Simmses and that white father of hers and I realised: that wasn't gonna stay that way. I had the most brilliant plan of all to get my revenge on Lillian Jean because of what had happened and for the humiliation she made me go through. So I'd decided I would act as if Lillian Jean was all important because she's white and I was s'pose to carry her things and act inferior to her, as if I had learnt my lesson. If my plan worked, Lillian Jean would had what she deserved.
So for a couple of weeks now, I have been walking with Lillian Jean on our way back from school and she just starts telling me all that has been happenin' to her and her friends at school, secrets her friends had told her and who she likes (as a crush!). I don't know what's gotten' into her but she just assumes I'm her friend/book-carier/inferior-black-girl... I even call her "Miz Lillian Jean", which might be stressing sometimes but I've started to get used to it.
One day, coming home from school, I told her I had a surprise for her and she got all excited thinkin' it was a gift or somethin' I'd make for her. We stepped onto a dry gully and scrambled onto the bank. Lillian Jean was uncertain at first but I reassured her that the 'surprise' was hidden there, not too far. As we reached a clearing, far from the road, I smashed all her books onto the ground. She demanded me to pick 'em up thinkin' she wouldn't have to say that twice. But bravely, and quietly, I said "Make me." If only you could have seen her face! It was almost comical! She asked "What?" and I repeated. Her face paled and then turned bright red with anger. The girl slapped my face (and for the record, I wasn't planning on hitting nobody. She was the one who slapped me first) and I started tackling her so strongly that we both ended up falling. That ole Lillian Jean tried fighting as best as she could but the girl was no match for me. I punched her in the stomach and buttocks, twisted her hair but didn't touch her face once. She called me names and managed to scratch me twice, however could't pull my hair because I had purposely asked Big Ma to braid my hair into flat braids against my head. As I had pinned Lillian Jean to the ground, securely underneath me, I demanded an apology for all them names she had called me and for what happened down at Strawberry. She hesitated at first but I threatened her saying "You wanna be bald, girl?". And so, she apologised for herself, for her father. For her brothers and mother. For Strawberry and Mississipi. I think that she'd have apologised for the world being round if I had continued to jerk her hair like that.
I had it all planned. As I let her go, she threatened to tell that to her father 'bout what had happened but I told her that if she did that, I'd let everyone at Jefferson Davis know how good of a friend she is that keeps all her friends' secrets. I told her that if one single person knew, those were the last secrets she would have heard. Besides, if anyone did hear about it, she'd be laughed at for being hit by a nine-year-old when she's thirteen.

These pictures are something like where I had gotten ourselves into, and how it looked like along the way. 

 

Source Image #1: "View Topic - The 4 Clans: High Ranks Open! - Chicken Smoothie." View Topic - The 4 Clans: High Ranks Open! - Chicken Smoothie. N.p., n.d. Web. 14 Feb. 2016. 

 
Source Image #2: "Texas Water Resources Institute." Gully Plugs. N.p., n.d. Web. 14 Feb. 2016.