Short Story- A Day in the Life
"You're ugly." "You low person." "The germ." I heard these words from the time I was born. At first, I cried everyday because of how people look at me, and what people call me. Yes, I hate it, but what can I do? I can't peel off my skin and change it's color. Everyone in the school has white pale skin, except for me. I'm born with black skin. Does that mean I'm born to be a 'low' person? However, I'm getting used of it.
It's an ordinary school day. I walked to school with my earphones in my ear. Everything is as usual today. People use some kind of weird eye sight to glimpse at me, and at the second when I walked in the classroom, there will be a crowd of 'whisper sound' of "hey black warning" passing all over the classroom, thinking I wouldn't hear them when they are speaking so loudly. I sat at the end corner of the classroom, continuing to listen to my music while reading my book. Everything is ok today, except for the moment where the teacher said "Okay class, you are going to submit a group project to me at the end of the week. Two person in a group please." This time is when everyone quickly grab their friend, like anyone will steal them away. After that, whoever that's slow, or should I say unlucky, would be stuck with me. This time, Caitlin was left, and has to be with me, 'the germ'. Everyone laughs and said "Oh, poor Caitlin," when the teacher told her to sit with me. She looked disgusted and kind of scared when sitting with me. I opened my locker at recess, and just as I expected. There are melted ice-cream on my bag and some dripping down from the top of my locker. "Hey loser, who played prank on you again?" People around giggled.
"Hows school today?" my mom asked. "Fine" I answered, then ran upstairs, threw my school bag on floor, and went straight to my bed. I cover myself with the blanket. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of what people call me, I'm tired of people avoiding me, I'm tired of being black. Why can't I just be born to be a white person? Maybe then, my life would be easier; maybe then, I will not be alone, and have a bunch of friends. I can't hold my tears up anymore, tears are sliding down from my eyes. Each drop of tears signifies my fear, my weakness, my desperate, my life.
I thought of a solution, I ran desperately towards the school. In this instant, no more tears, no more desperate. I'm free. "I'm black, and I'm free now. Thanks to you guys." I smiled to the classmates. I jumped forward, towards the freedom, towards the new life.
It's an ordinary school day. I walked to school with my earphones in my ear. Everything is as usual today. People use some kind of weird eye sight to glimpse at me, and at the second when I walked in the classroom, there will be a crowd of 'whisper sound' of "hey black warning" passing all over the classroom, thinking I wouldn't hear them when they are speaking so loudly. I sat at the end corner of the classroom, continuing to listen to my music while reading my book. Everything is ok today, except for the moment where the teacher said "Okay class, you are going to submit a group project to me at the end of the week. Two person in a group please." This time is when everyone quickly grab their friend, like anyone will steal them away. After that, whoever that's slow, or should I say unlucky, would be stuck with me. This time, Caitlin was left, and has to be with me, 'the germ'. Everyone laughs and said "Oh, poor Caitlin," when the teacher told her to sit with me. She looked disgusted and kind of scared when sitting with me. I opened my locker at recess, and just as I expected. There are melted ice-cream on my bag and some dripping down from the top of my locker. "Hey loser, who played prank on you again?" People around giggled.
"Hows school today?" my mom asked. "Fine" I answered, then ran upstairs, threw my school bag on floor, and went straight to my bed. I cover myself with the blanket. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of what people call me, I'm tired of people avoiding me, I'm tired of being black. Why can't I just be born to be a white person? Maybe then, my life would be easier; maybe then, I will not be alone, and have a bunch of friends. I can't hold my tears up anymore, tears are sliding down from my eyes. Each drop of tears signifies my fear, my weakness, my desperate, my life.
I thought of a solution, I ran desperately towards the school. In this instant, no more tears, no more desperate. I'm free. "I'm black, and I'm free now. Thanks to you guys." I smiled to the classmates. I jumped forward, towards the freedom, towards the new life.