I scurried out of the locker base, rushing to get home before my uptight parents admonished me for being tardy. I heard an agonizing yelp coming from the playground. I look over to see an African-American boy from my grade lying on the ground. Dust covered his body, and blood trickled from his nose. I forced myself to look away, it's nothing new, the other boys in my class always bash him up. I felt a tiny pang of sympathy but then immediately brushed it off, my parents have told me numerous times that people like him are not to be interacted with, that they are barbaric and troublesome. I picked up my pace, forcing my gaze in the other direction towards the car park. "SCREECH!" I lunge backwards onto the path in panic as the car, only feet away, continues on its way down the road. I sigh in relief and return my focus to the footpath, continuing my scurry home.
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Beneath the skin
Short StoryThis fictional story is based in America during the 1960's when racism was at its peak. The story is told through the eyes of a young girl and an African-American boy both of which come from extremely different lifestyles.
