The More Things Change. (S1 E9)
Word Count: 3479
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A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.
"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods. We deserve remuneration." Minkus says clearly.
"General Washington." Mr. Feeny turned over to Cory who was wearing a powdered wig.
"Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan." Cory raised his fist. I worry for him sometimes.
The class all laughed. I was drawing. I had drawn my friends in so many different ways. Shawn as an artist, Cory as a filmmaker. Shawn as a superhero, Cory as a mad scientist. Shawn as a photographer, Cory as a teacher. It was starting to garner some attention though, Cory kept trying to look over at my drawings. I had just started my sketch of Cory as a General. Shawn's gonna be a Sargent, I felt right in my bones.
"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate." Mr. Feeny deadpanned.
"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." Cory threw his fist in the air.
"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history we are doomed to repeat its mistakes." Mr. Feeny explained. I often wonder how often things repeat themselves. Over the years, history seems like it was taking a step forward just to backtrack in a horrendous way.
"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history named George?" Cory exclaimed exasperatedly, before realizing what he said. "I meant every dead boring guy." He amended.
"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you." Mr. Feeny stated, looking up at the boy.
"No. It's happened. It's done." I shifted in my seat. I understood both of their points of view but I didn't think anyone was thinking of the elephant in the room.
"It's history." Mr. Feeny said and I slowly lowered my head. Shawn kept looking over at me, either out of concern or curiosity.
"I'm saying. Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews." Our teacher said, looking at Cory expectantly.
"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future." Cory reasoned and I lowered my head even lower and continued sketching.
"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen." Mr. Feeny explained as he stood up, then the classroom fell silent. I peered up slightly to see something that rarely ever happened. Shawn had his hand up. "Yes, Mr. Hunter?"
"Isn't that what we're doing anyways? Sunshine says that the things we learn in History are written by the people who want to control the world's precipitation." The blue eyed boy said calmly, causing everyone to look at him in shock. I didn't look at him like that though. I was just proud that he listened and understood what I had said while talking to Brianna.
"See! History is bogus! We're already working off of a faulty recipe, why not let us figure it out on our own?" Cory looked at our teacher. Mr. Feeny just smiled at Cory. Oh dear.
"Oh no, I smell an assignment." Shawn shrank in his seat.
"I swear, I didn't see it coming." Cory whined as he took his seat.
"The assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion." Mr. Feeny explained to the class and I looked at my drawings. I had no clue what I wanted to be.
"More like a preunion." Minkus said.
"Well said, Mr. Minkus." Mr. Feeny agreed. "You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"
"Mr. Feeny, would it be oK if I brought my wife?" Minkus asked.
"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn huffed out.
"Raven-Anniya!" Minkus sat up straighter. The class 'oohed'.
"No." I looked up from my drawing for a second.
"Oh please, you're smart enough to know I'm your only compatibility." Minkus tried to reason. Coercive of him but okay.
"Part of marriage has to be communication, consent and connectivity." I looked over at him with my 'logical face.' I've come to find that Minkus responds best to my logical face. "I've communicated my disinterest. I gave no consent and to be honest the only thing we got to connect is our above average intellect." I looked back at my sketchbook.
"You tell him, babe." Shawn ruffled my hair proudly.
"Then I'll bring my second wife." Minkus stated like it was simple.
"Cause the first wife worked out so well. What's marrying you this time?" Shawn asked, tossing a ball in the air.
"Topanga." Minkus bragged.
The class oohed again. She turned to him "Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mate, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage."
"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future... and it's me." Oh dear god!
"You're going to have HR on speed dial and a really good defence lawyer for each and every one of your misconduct allegations." I quipped, not looking up from my drawing.
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I was still trying to think of what I wanted to be for the pre union. I kept drawing blanks, Shawn kept tossing things up but nothing really felt right. "Why not? You're already the smartest person I know."
"Puppy, I can't be a teacher! I can barely talk in school enough as it is." I shot it down.
"You can talk when you're passionate about something." He started playing with my hair.
"No I don't. I'm passionate about a lot of things, I just don't think most things out loud. When I do talk to the class, I just pretend I'm only talking to you and Cory.
"You pretend you're talking to me when you rip on Minkus and Topanga?" He spoke in disbelief. He was right.
"No...but I only say what no one else would say to them." Shawn moved to sit behind me as he tied up my hair. He had been working on doing twists in my hair. I'm not really sure why but he seemed really interested in styling my hair.
"I can't believe you." Cory took his seat, staring at Shawn and shaking his head. Larry took the seat next to him as he started eating his food.
"...What?"
"First you tell me you're going to show up as a tire salesman, and now you're braiding Raven-Anniya's hair?"
"That's what my dad does. And Sunshine's got great hair."
"So?" Cory looked at him like Shawn lost his mind.
"I know what to wear. I know how to use a pressure gauge. I can spot a retread from a mile away." Shawn turned my head to the side so he could do a crown hairstyle with the twists.
"Shawn, you're so boring." Cory shook his head in disappointment.
"And lazy." Shawn said proudly, starting to colour in the sketches I made earlier.
"How about you, Larry?" Cory asked the smaller boy seated across from me.
"I got an angle." He said ominously.
"Let's hear it." Cory encouraged, waving his hand.
"I'm going to be a sixth-grade teacher. Better yet, I'm going to be Feeny." Larry boasted. I rolled my eyes. He's not going to do well.
"Why?" Shawn asked.
"Imitation is the sincerest form of butt-kissing." Larry reasoned, and I must admit, he's not wrong.
"Wait a minute. Weren't we supposed to be what we wanted to be? I mean, you're going to grow up to be your dad... and you're going to grow up to be a Feeny clone. Am I the only one left here with some vision? Raven's probably just going to grow up to..." I knew where Cory was going with it. I was just glad he caught himself before he actually said it. Shawn quickly punched Cory in the arm.
"What are you going to go as?"
"Cory Matthews... center fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies." I had to admit, that was probably the most hysterical thing I've ever heard in my life. Both Larry and Shawn seemed to agree, erupting in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "What are you laughing at?"
"You had 31 errors in Little League last season." Shawn explained, gasping for air.
"OK, so I didn't play up to my enormous potential. Come on, guys, let's be what we really want to be. Are we going to be men... or are we going to be men with boring jobs?"
"We're going to be men!" Larry exclaimed, and the boys started barking. Why were they barking? Suddenly Shawn went wide eyed and looked over at me.
"Sunshine, you can be Nina Simone!" The amount of things that shocked me with that statement was unbelievable.
"You know who Nina Simone is?" Shawn nodded quickly.
"She sings Black Bird! You could be her!" How did I forget Shawn's love for finding songs about black birds?
"I'm not following."
"You could be a famous person who calls attention to serious issues!" He looked at me with the biggest goofy grin on his face. He reached into his bag pulling out my superhero picture. "You could be a real life superhero, Sunshine."
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Shawn and I played sandman in the park before he walked me home. I enjoyed the moments where we were just together and we didn't have to say anything, but the times we laugh and joke are my favourite. "So what are you doing for the Pre-Union?" I asked as Shawn carried me on his back. I kept tapping his shoulder so he'd avoid large cracks.
"I really don't know." He swung the door open, toeing off his shoes. I hopped off his back and put down our bags on the floor as I removed my shoes. "I was thinking of coming as a tire salesman."
We walked to the table and I gave him a plate of cookies. "I thought you said you were going to do something else." I started looking through old pictures until I saw one of my parents.
"Sunshine, are you..." He pulled my hand to see the picture. His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. I'm pretty sure I was experiencing a breakdown because suddenly we were on the floor and Shawn's shirt was soaked from my tears. "I'm sorry, Raven." I don't know how long we stayed like this but he started to pull me back in my seat. "Here." He passed me a picture from a few years ago. I was smiling and dressed in my dance costume and my hair was in a low ponytail. This was before I put on the makeup.
"Thanks Shawnie." I smiled. He smiled back at me. "So...a tire salesman?"
"I think so, yeah." He shrugged. "I can see that in my future. Easy job, nice house...gorgeous wife." He lowered his head a bit when he said the last one. I started chuckling, planning on teasing him a bit.
"Who's gonna marry you?" I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
"I don't know...I was thinking someone short, smart, witty, talented, know-it-all, bookish..."
"You know you just described Minkus right?" I started rocking on my chair.
"As I was saying, someone who makes me smile, who makes me feel like I'm more than just trailer trash..." the last one kinda made me sad. "Someone who tries to get me to do my homework with cake and who has the most amazing hair even though she doesn't let me see it in its natural state advocist artist." He finished and I laughed.
"The word is 'activist', Puppy, and I'd rather marry a garden gnome." I poked him in the forehead.
"You'd choose to marry Minkus over me?" He poked my forehead.
"No!" I cringed and began pushing my chair away. A devious smirk spread across his face.
"You said that the only way you could talk to people is if you imagine that you're talking to me and Cory..." I nodded slowly before he pulled my chair back. "Who're you going to imagine when you have to say I do?"
"I'm not going to marry you Puppy!"
"Please? I want to have a wife in the future."
"You do realize that this assignment has no real effects on our future, right?" I asked and he shrugged. Why do I even bother? Shawn got down on the floor and held up an old ring. "Where'd you get that?" I asked in awe and fear. It looked like a real stone encrusted in silver.
"My mom. She said she bought it with money from a dancing competition. I figured you'd like it." I smiled down at him.
"YOU STOLE A RING FROM YOUR MOM?!" I exclaimed. Shawn just laughed.
"Of course not. She was chucking a bunch of stuff and I asked if I could have this one. She said she didn't care." He explained. "I figured it'd be a great way to propose to my project wife."
"That's sweet, Pup." He smiled. "But I'm not marrying you for the project." He pouted but he smiled softly and slid the ring on my index finger. It was a bit loose but not enough to slide off my finger.
"I still think you should keep this." He stood back up and we continued working on our projects together.
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I walked into class wearing a black turtleneck over my favourite blue bedazzled jacket. I held a magazine Shawn had made entitled "Modern Heroes" close to my chest and the glasses I wore on days I had tests.
"Ms. Archer, pleasure to see you after all these years." Mr. Feeny spoke jovially. I offered my hand for him to shake, something I rarely ever did because people's hands are disgusting
"Hello sir. It's been a while." I replied. I had rehearsed this last night so much that Tamara and Adam decided to play along.
"Yes, it has. How have things been? What have you been up to?" He asked.
I took a deep breath and said what I practiced with Cory. "I have spent the last ten years working with Black, Indigenous and other marginalized communities to ensure that their voices are heard and not ignored by the public. As you know, the world has a tendency to put the voices of white males above everyone else's. I have worked tirelessly to fund searches for missing and murdered indigenous women. I have advocated my beliefs that those in non heterosexual relationships should be able to experience all of the same treatment of their heterosexual counterparts without discrimination and that more non straight, white, Christian narratives get told as regularly and freely through the media."
Mr. Feeny looked down with his brows raised. I'm not sure if he's impressed or not. "That's quite the portfolio, Ms. Archer."
"Thank you sir. Before I leave, would you be interested in signing my petitions?"
He smiled. "Of course. And what are we fighting for today?"
"I'm interested in composing a bill that prohibits the ability to inflate prices without ensuring that every citizen has equal or equitable access to basic human necessities such as food, housing, medicine and education." He signed that one with an agreeing nod.
"And the next one?" He asked, taking the second clipboard.
"That any and all prison inmates who have been wrongfully convicted, any family who's grieving the loss of a loved one due to police brutality, and any victim of violence (within proof and reason) will receive money from the untouched portion of American tax dollars." I stated.
"That's quite the mission. How do you think people are going to respond to that?" Mr. Feeny asked.
"Well, those who have something to gain from the victimization of these groups won't respond well. But they have to understand it's the system that made them victims, so it should be the system that should be charged." Mr. Feeny signed the next clipboard, not before adding a very large A to the top of my sheet.
"Bravo Ms. Archer. I'm excited to see what your future looks like." He smiled and turned away.
I was beaming, taking a seat by the door awaiting my boys. I was fiddling with the ring on my finger when Cory, dressed like a member of the Phillies, jogged into class. "Oh, Cornelius, you didn't." I cringed at him. "Why couldn't you choose to be a basketball player? You're good at basketball!" I whined.
"You think I'd end up over twelve feet tall?" He quipped back sarcastically and I had to concede because he was right. Allan was only about 5'10. Cory and I just sat and waited for Shawn as we read a Captain America comic. I really liked Bucky.
"Raven-Anniya? What's your obsession with Bucky Barnes?" Cory asked, seeing me completely skip over the scene where he dies.
"I just like him. He's one of my favourites." I answered and was about to continue reading when Shawn walked in.
"A tire salesman. I can't believe you came as a tire salesman."
"And muffler specialist."
"What's with the big gut?"
"My dad's fat, my uncle's fat, my grandpa's fat. Let's face it, Cor, I'm going to be fat."
Cory left Shawn and I to have a turn with Feeny. "So...look what I found." Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of us from many years ago. I remembered that day. When I was five, my mom and dad left for New York. I didn't really remember why but I did remember being sad because I was leaving my first friends from kindergarten. What I didn't remember until later, was that I not only used to live in Philadelphia but that I had met Shawn and Cory back when I pretended to be asleep at nap time.
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1988
"Come on, Sweetie. You have to go inside." My dad was practically pushing me into the building. I was refusing to go back inside because of the day before. A girl had stuck a wad of gum in my hair and I was not interested in going back there.
"Hi Mr. Archer, Raven getting clingy?" My teacher asked and I glared at her. She made the executive decision to rip out my hair in order to get the gum. She then asked a kid to get her some scissors.
"She tried to cut me!" I pointed to her and her face went white. I wasn't the most articulate 4 year old. I also didn't understand the weight of an accusation like that but to be fair...you should never try to cut a child's hair to remove gum.
My teacher started laughing nervously. "What an active imagination your daughter has." She looked so uncomfortable.
I just looked at my dad and pointed to the small section of my hair that still had some remnants of the gum despite my best efforts to get it out. My mom said she'd cut it properly on the weekend. I guess she didn't tell my dad.
"Did you...try to cut her hair?" My dad asked, lifting me up.
"I was only trying to help. I suggested that I cut it out but she didn't want me to so I let it go." She said, almost pleading with my dad to believe her.
"But miss, you asked Cory to get you the scissors." A little boy stood at the door next to another curly haired boy.
When my dad put me down, the first boy walked up to me and looked in my hair. His friend looked up at my dad. "Use coke. It worked for me when my brother put gum in my hair." I remember my dad looking at these 2 boys then bursting out laughing.
"Okay, Ray. Daddy's gonna go now, but be good and make new friends." He pushed me into the boys before he pulled out his camera. I never understood why he walked around with it. "Now say CHEESE!"
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Present day.
I looked at the Polaroid picture before turning it over. In my dad's handwriting. 'My baby's KG wedding.' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Why do you have this?" Shawn peeked over my shoulder for a second.
"So I can show Feeny that we're married." He said before running to our teacher.
"SHAWN, NO!!!"
(A/N: Adding more backstory also Shawn being the chaotic child I believe him to be. Thanks for reading)
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