**This is a remake of the original Disney movie "The Little Mermaid" that I wrote to be more realistic to our current time. If you know the original story it makes this story more enjoyable/easy to understand**
A young girl stuck under the South to Chicago just trying to make it out to the North, escaping her reality is her goal but maybe that isn't the worst part yet. Maybe who and what is to come is much worse. Now stuck drowning looking forward to the future.
The Little Black Statistic
Far, far away in the menacing projects of Chicago lived a girl named Nila. Intelligent by society's standards. An honors student with so many colleges offering for her to come to campus you would think she was made of magic, but she was melanin magic. She had a personality many yearned for and a smile as contagious as the black plague. She was exquisite not only physically but her heart was just as alluring putting many under hypnosis, well-kept and independent always focusing, never letting some douchebag, bum, consider them.
These were enforced by her king, her father and protector. King Kyle was his name. He always taught her she was a sea pearl, something so rare many weren't sure what to do when she surpassed them and that she was something matchless, an original that no one could copy. Something he always taught her was to never fall under the love spell of a white man, this was because 2 years back Queen Nikyla who was the mother and stunt double of young Nila had been killed by a white police officer from the North side. Ever since 2015 police brutality had been an issue no peaceful protest could seem to mend. Since her death, she had become his one and only true love. His princess and his only priceless creation he had left, losing her wasn't an option.
She always had many aspirations in life that she always made feasible. One she was never able to do was become richer. She was rich in every positive aspect but she had always lived on the south side with no money. Shoes from everywhere except the store and lived off whatever the government assistance could donate. As she looked out her windows which were closed with steel black bars she always dreamed of the white pane windows of the Northside.
It always seemed like the birds chirped with more happiness on that side. She was always curious what it would be like to not hear mothers pleading cries as they see their lifeless child's body lay so effortlessly on the potholed streets. What it would be like to watch the news only for weather instead of another shooting or "breaking news". She always dreamed of the other side which seemed so hard to reach, of making it out the projects to a life where she can feel comfortable with her kids playing outside without repeatedly looking out the window to make sure they are still innocent and full of life.
One summer day she was walking from the locally owned corner store where she saw a young white man being robbed. 6'2 blonde hair and eyes as blue as the depths of the Atlantic Ocean. Wearing a suit that was worth more than her low-income apartment and shoes that weren't passed down, they came directly from overseas as they were custom. "Stop Marcus!" She gave a screech that was piercing to the ears, as life went into the matrix and her cry didn't go unheard as you could hear the pain and emotion in her voice.
(To be continued next week).
