Disloyal or Betrayed || Marcus Baker

Chapter 17

EPISODE 8 PART 2

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Y/n POV: 

In class I'm listening to Hunter give his speech about where he feel he most belong in. I already gave my speech. It was a tough essay for me, I know where I feel I most belong in, but then when I deeply think about it, it doesn't fit best. 

Marcus helped me with it, just talking through it with me, and I'm grateful because without him I don't know if I would have actually know what to write, since with all the stuff that's been going on. 

"And that's the place that most defines me... my home with my family and my guitar." Hunter finished.

We all clapped for his speech as he went back to his seat, it was very good in my opinion.

Mr. Gitten cleared throat and said, "Next up, uh, Ginny Miller." 

Ginny went up there with her essay, she cleared her throat and started reading her essay.

"Growing up, I thought that... Growing up, I thought people were born with their heads cocked because that's how they've always looked at me. Boxes...check one, check other. People don't know. They don't furrow between the layers like I do. They don't switch and twitch and actively make the decisions of which... which part of me belongs today?"-

-"Which aspect of my personality will offend the least and blend the most, and work and succeed and bury the lead like a switchboard of traits that decide my fate, and I'm always an impostor?"-

-"Always lost, always asking for directions, and people point my way like the scarecrow. Like tornadoes blowing me whichever way the wind blows. Well, Dorothy doesn't want to play today. She's prepping for the SAT. Just the Scantron. The box is empty, and glaring and daring me to choose one. Well, I'm an expert at boxes."-

-"My whole life can fit inside it, and I've got it down to a science. I can pack my entire identity in an hour 'cause where there's roots, there's power, but I'm all topsoil. My blood runs like water and oil refusing to stick."-

-"My dad's old books, read in secret nooks.That camera that locks all my memories in a flash,saved for when my recollection doesn't last. That lighter that sparked that fire. All fit in a box ready to be carried from door to door."-

-"But that's not the kind of box people ever ask for. So many lines in the sand, so many can'ts and cans. I see both worlds so clearly, and I skip and jump and dance and fall between, never seen. I belong in the spaces between. Check all that may apply." Ginny finished her essay, or poem

I looked around confused. I mean, good for her, she did her essay, but that wasn't what was asked to write. 

We were supposed to write and essay. She better not get mad, because she's supposed to follow instruction for an assignment. 

It's like a going against the town rules and you get caught and put in jail, and then getting mad because you wanted to what you thought felt right, and then you had to deal with the consequences. Like, it's common sense. It's not racist to follow the rule.

Maxine squeal at Ginny's speech. "Oh my God!" Maxine said. "Hello?"

I just sat on my chair, clapping.

Ginny sat down on her chair, while Mr. Gitten was announcing who won the competition.

"And the winner is...." He said. "Hunter Chen, and Y/n L/n. They both had good essays and they were both exceptional." 

I was surprised I won, everyone clapped for us, and then the bell rang. I packed my stuff.

I got out of class, I saw Marcus and smiled at him, I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his arms.