It was cold outside, the rain was pouring down although where I was before it was warm and sunny. I felt dizzy and minutes later I ended up on this farm, ranch thing. I looked around letting my eyes readjust to my surroundings. After standing still, stuck in a daze and getting drenched in the cold rain a shadow appeared in front of me. It was a manly figure and when the shadow came into focus it was in fact a man with an stern wicked look on his face. He looked down at me and sneered "niger whatcu doin out here in this cold rain when ya should be inside helping with dinner?"
My face was frozen, I rolled my eyes knowing that because its 2020 racism has been all the rage. I think to myself I can't wait to post on Instagram how racist this guy is. All my fans will handle him. I place my hand on my hip looking up at him "Nigger?????? Do you know what year it is??? You address me by my name or don't address me at all. I don't know who you think you are coming all up in my face and calling me out my name talking about some dinner. I CAN'T EVEN COok!" I used my other hand, waving it around in his face as I talked. After an awkward silence he let out a bubbly laugh, he stopped laughing, looked down at me and laughed again this time louder.
"Nigger I don't have to explain nun to you. I own you. That's all you need to know. I talk to you, you answer. So why aren't you inside with the other house negros?"
I felt my facial expressions change dramatically as I looked around again and noticed that there were rows of houses and cotton fields everywhere. I see that the man is dressed in a funny way...not very modern for 2020. My first thought was "hey maybe this guy KIDNAPPED me!" but after looking around I noticed I was just at home by myself so there's no way I've been kidnapped. I look back at the man "What year is it?..." He's eyebrows curve in and an expression of confusion takes over his face. "It's 1730...what type of question is that?? I don't know why I'm wasting my time on you." He grips my arm roughly, almost dragging me towards one of the cabins. I grab my phone and fumble with it trying to hurry and show the guy my phone. "LOOK! You see it's a phone. I'm not from here. I swear i don't know how i got here but look, this is what we call a joke where i'm from." I pull out my phone and go to my camera roll to show the man the pictures that I saved called memes.
He looks at my phone with a twisted expression, he takes it out of my hand. "Where did you get this THING from?" he shouts loudly. "That doesn't matter, look at the date on the screen below the time." I Point at my screen trying to show him. He looks at it and reads aloud "NEGRO THIS DATE SAYS 1730 like I said. I don't know what games you're playing but they are over." He throws my phone to the floor and steps on it, breaking it into pieces, laughing wickedly.
My vision goes blurry and everything looks like it's shaking, I fall forward landing onto the man as everything phases and my room comes back into view. I hear distinct shouting from the man but I can't make out the words. I cling tighter onto him as I appear back into my room.
"What the hell...." Says the man with a bewildered man. "YOUR sometype of demon negro we gotta burn you DEMON!!!"
I look around my room making sure everything is in place. Bookshelf. Check, Bed, Check....Wall hangings. Check. The only thing out of place is me and the man in my room dripping wet with water and him and his ripped overalls.
"Tayina, Honey, where are you love?" I hear my mothers smooth voice shout up the stairs then I hear her walking up. I glance at the 6 foot ugly man in my room who is racist and tracking mud on my carpet. I start panicking walking back and forth but its to late my mother enters my rooom eyes wide with shock . She stares at me then the man then back at me, her hand stays placed on the door frame. She mutters "who is this..."
Authors note- Hey yall! So uhhh I've been gone and haven't been working on gaining followers clearly lol. But I have been working on self publishing and on other projects that are huge for me. I ALSO noticed my speech formatting is wrong so I will be going back later to edit and fix it. This chapter is not done I hope you enjoy tho.
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System Failure
Fiksi SejarahA series of short stories showcasing the injustice in our society towards black people. Ranging from drug crackdowns that happen in the past and raids to police brutality and poems about black rights. This book IS FOR MATURE Audiences... Includes...