I walk to my locker. I see her standing there. In front of my locker, she's waiting for me. When she sees me, she starts smiling, but I, on the other hand, want to sink to the ground. She's standing there with her brand new heels, her hair in a clip, and way too much makeup on. One heel against the wall, the other on the ground. I'm afraid, afraid of what she will do next. When I am about 5 meters away from her she walks towards me. She spits in my face, which I had managed to keep neutral all this time, and bumps into me. 'Oops, sorry!' She said it with a smile on her face. I walk very carefully to my locker, look back for a moment, but luckily she is already gone. When I look back at my locker I see it. She wrote 'LOSER' on my locker in permanent marker. Arg...! I hate school! Why always me?! I wonder as I grab my books. I'm glad she's not in my class! I close my locker again and walk to math.
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Teen FictionWhy does everyone don't look at me, but at my skin color. Why are they always prejudiced against me? Why can they just look at me, like I'm a normal person?
