Fat’s Chronicles: The Black Whip

Let me start off by saying, no I’m not sorry. Margaret always picking at Mable, just caz she bigger than her. To be honest neither one of em can fight much, it’s just Margaret got a lil mo weight than Mable, really that’s all. I was tired of Mable coming to me crying all the time sad caz Margaret done whoopped up on her again. See Mable was my best friend. She was a kind girl, real timid. I liked sitting by her in school caz she was smart as a whip. I especially like standing near her during chorus class caz the teacher can’t tell which of us singing good. I just move my mouth real wide up and down mouthing the words as if im singing, but really I can’t sing a lick. That’s why I like standen wit Mable, she sings like a bird, always on pich.

I just couldn’t for the life of me understand why Margaret didn’t like her so. I always thought it was caz Mable was pretty. She had nice long thick hair, that she wore in two braids that hit right above her behind. Her skin was a smooth caramel complection, and she had light brown eyes. She was part Choctaw Native American so she also had high cheek bones. She was a real pretty girl, so I figure Margaret was just jealous. Margaret was not a cute girl at all. I mean the family always said she’d grow into herself but she had grown a lot and still wasn’t too cute. She thick as ten dollars in pennies and just never looked kept. clothes were always fallen apart, hair neva fix. She was bout the raggediest 12 year old I knew.

Or maybe she was mad caz Mable was smart. Mable was bout the smartes girl at school. Margaret always struggled with stuff; her work, her chores, and her self. Her daddy would say she dumb as a box of rocks, so maybe she was just jealous of Mable.

Margaret always thought I was gone back her up caz we was cousins, but this time I just couldn’t take it. Mable came running to my house after school, crying her pretty eyes out saying that Margaret had whooped up on her again. I knew that I couldn’t just flat out whoop Margaret so I had to think of a plan. It was getting dark and time for my favorite radio progrem to come on. I sat with my costume I had just got for christmas and listened to the, “The Black Whip” programme on the radio. It was my favorite and mama knew it so she got me a costume so I could be jus like em. The program came on and the action began, the Black Whip helped the helpless people without anybody knowing who did it. It was then that I realized what I needed to do.

I went real quiet, to the back of the house and put on my costume. I waited till I saw Margaret crossing the street coming from Big Mamas house and I screamed out, “I’m the Black Whip!!!” I whooped up on Margaret, with the plastic pistol that came with the costume, until she cried out, “I’m sorry black whip, I’m sorry”. I hopped off of her and ran home. I knew I could out run’ner caz she thick so it take her long to move. By the time she ran to aunt Mary, I was in the house.

“Sissy! Sissy! Get Fat out here!” Aunt Mary hollered from next door. “Mary why you holleren over here? Fat aint did nothing”My mama aint like people accusen her children of doing nothen.

“Margie is up in this house talken bout some, the black whip beat me up. I know it was Fat, now get her out here.”

Before mama could give her a tongue lashing, Margaret ran to her momma and said, “No mama, it wa’ent Fat it was the Black Whip.

All I could do was laugh and think, Margaret daddy was right.