Three Shades Lighter

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I look to a day when people will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

"Hey blacky, why do you have no pants on," I looked down at my legs to see if it was true. Of course, it wasn't. I was wearing leggings.

"Dead, she even looked down too. But I mean , I can't blame her , those leggings looks like her legs since she's burnt" The whole hallway bursted into laughter. I just kept walking with my head down.

I got into class and sat in the front far left corner.

"Ayo, burnt brownie why aren't you sitting back here? We still gon' roast your black ass if you upfront"

I rolled my eyes , no matter what I do they always talk about me.

The teacher came and I was completely zoned out ... Into my own thoughts. I thought about why God gave me this dark skin , why did he have to take away my mom. Why he create such evil people that make fun of me in school. I thought about what my mom would say to me. Just then, the bell rang.

I waited for everyone to leave and them grabbed my bag and tried to walk out.

"Elaina , I have to talk to you," ugh I thought here he goes again. He talks tok much.

"Yes?," I replied turning around.

"I know its been hard since your mom died nearly 8months ago. But ,your failing this class. I'm sorry to say this , but if you don't pass the test that's in 2 weeks , you might not graduate this year"

"Is that it sir?," I replied.

"This attitude isn't getting you anywhere," He replied looking at me with a stern look.

"Okay, can you write me a late pass."

He wrote the late pass and I walked out the class heading to gym. Mr.Natick was right , It was really terrible for me when my mom died. I couldn't even move. But, that's not the reason why I'm failing. School ends at 4 and I don't get home until 10 , I have to go to work and then I go home.

I walk to gym class and see everyone sitting down using their phones or talking. I look around trying to find a seat away from everyone.

"Elaina! , over here," I turn around and I see Megan calling me.

You see , Megan isn't really my friend. But , her and Sara were the only people there for me when my mom died. I walk over to her and AIT down next to her.

"Why did it take you so long to come?" She asked.

"Um, Mr.Natick, he was talking to me about my college decisions." I reply , obviously lying.

Although she talks to me , I don't trust her. I don't trust anyone.

"Oh" was all she said

"Where's the gym teacher?,"

"Marcus and Anthony got into a fight so he's taking them to the office. But he said we can have free time,"

She started explaining what happened. I didn't really care honestly , they're just a waste of time.

Suddenly , the bell rang.

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