The Gifted What if the Inner circle won

Chapter Four: Cultural Education

The next few hours after the group returned from rescuing the girls. They had origionally only planned on saving one of the girls but when the other got shot they felt they had to help her too. The girls both had dark brown skin. I thought it was so beautiful. I had grown up with a very rasist foster farther and he forbid me from even talking to anyone who he thought had skin "too dark" I hated him for it. I thought that black people were so beautiful. I loved the fact that even though they had such a tradgic history where they were tortured and used just because of the colour of their skin they were still so kind and careing. Once in primary school one of the boys called me a ghost because my skin is abnormally white. And a one of the more shy and timid black girls came over and started shouting at the boys telling them that I was beautiful and they shouldn't judge people by their skin colour. She was my hero. She never spoke to me again though.

I learnt that the girls names were Amara and Ayodele. Amara was the girl who had been shot. Ayodele had gently placed Amara onto the table and then collapsed onto the couch. I had gone to see if I could help in anyway. Lauren had taken up the mantle of being the nurse and she told me that I could help by talking to Amara and keep her calm.

I told Amara that she was safe and we were going to protect her. I assumed from her name that she was at least part African. She seemed able to speak so I asked her what her name meant. Her voice was horce as she spoke "it means elegance or grace". I thought it was the perfect name for her. She had her hair in many many different plaits they were very long and look so beautiful all layed around her on the table. Though it was her eyes I thought most beautiful. They were so pretty. I assumed that it was her mutant abilities that made her eyes turquoise. They were so pretty so deep and so perfect.  I spoke some more to Amara and she told me a little about her past and how her great Grandmar had moved to America from Africa and she started up her own textiles business. Her great Grandfather was a factory worker. She spoke very little about her mutant powers. I told her about my racist foster farther and how I was so curious to learn more of her culture and how honnored I would be if me and her could be friends.

While I was conversing with Amara I noticed Andy creepily watching us from the shadows. I didn't want to point it out since I was too focused on helping Amara be distracted from the pain when Lauren had to remove the bullet. Ayodele had been sleeping this entire time so I didn't get to speak to her before I had to get some rest. I can't wait to learn more about Amara and well she's my first proper friend so I'm really excited to see how that will work out.