Sajana's P.O.V.
It was outrageous. It was terrible. It was unfair and rude. I told Luxshana so on the way home, but she wouldn't hear any of it. I was a mess of tears and snot and God knows what else, but I stuck to my argument.
We had to tell someone.
The police would be preferable. In fact, I thought we should call them right now.
"Luxshana," I began for the twentieth time," So you're saying we can just sit back and let them abuse us like this?"
"We're going to have to get used to it in this town," she snapped.
I nearly screamed out of sheer anger.
"It's already been two months, a terrible two months, mind you, and you're saying we'll have to get used to it? You're saying this is going to be my life? Is my life that unimportant for people to do that kind of thing to me? And to you? Doesn't it even bother you what that man just did? Aren't you angry that they get to get away with yelling at us and-and-and... spitting at us?"
"Shut up!" yelled my sister. "There's nothing we can do about it."
"What are you afraid of?," I yelled back. "There's plenty to be done about it! Why won't you do something?"
Luxshana gritted her teeth.
"There is nothing to be done," she repeated through clenched teeth. She grabbed my arm to bring me into our basement residence, but I wriggled free.
Instead I ran. I ran while sobs escaped my mouth and tears rolled freely down my cheeks. My hair whipped wildly in the wind, but I didn't care. It was wet with tears any how. I ran and ran until my crying and running came together to deprive me of breath. I collapsed.
Darkness.
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