My Dark World

New Neighborhood

  However, I do not really like our new neighbors they seem like gossips, and they are just waiting for an excuse to start rumors about us, especially me because of my mixed-race skin tone.
My father always tells me not to worry about what people think of my skin tone. Having a white mother and a white step-brother makes things difficult, and some people even believe that my mom and Rob adopted me.

It is my first day of school; it is not always easy to adjust to a new place of learning, new teachers, and new surroundings.
"Amy you will be fine ok just try to get to know people and make new friends" is something that always seems to stress me out. Seeing my new school from the car makes me feel like I am not supposed to be here because everyone looks so pretty and is primarily white.
"Thanks Rob, I think I will be able to handle it," I said as I waved at him and exited the car. 
It is not easy to walk among my new school friends; everyone seems to notice me, perhaps because of my skin tone or the fact that they do not often see black students, but I never gave a damn.
I entered the school and looked for the secretary's office so I could get my stationery. 
"Hey, are you new?" asked a girl who approached me. Despite having darker skin than me, she looked really attractive and confident. Because of her black beauty, she continues to embarrass a great deal of people with white complexion.
"Yes, I am. My name is Amy. Who are you?"
"Linda, you look nice, by the way."
I smile at her remark that I am because I was born of two more attractive people. My dad, Michael, is a young, attractive man who always makes women swoon wherever he goes, despite the fact that his skin tone is darker than mine. And my mom, who is gorgeous and never makes fun of her appearance.
"Could you please lead me to the secretary's office? "
"Sure, let go." Linda seems friendly and chats a lot about everyone in the school, so when she realized we were in the same class, she was overjoyed. Rob advises making new friends, and I believe I have already done so.

Linda knocks on the door and opens it, sitting at the desk working on her laptop, then she looks up at me, raising an eyebrow to find out why we are here.
" Good morning ma'am , my name is Amy Givlia Lucas  "
" oh miss Amy Welcome to Crownlakes High School; I suppose you are here for your stationery."
"Yes, ma'am."
" am Mrs Clinton by the way " .
After returning her smile and getting my stationery, Linda and I walked back to our class. Everyone appears occupied with discussing their weekends and giggling over something that occurred there. Linda shows me to a new seat, which is fortunately empty, and she sits next to me, telling me everyone name and their attitude.
"How come you appear more fair? Do you have white parents?"
"Yes, my mother is white and my father is from South Africa".
It is weird that when I am with black people, they think I am too white, and when I am with white people, they think I am too black. That is one of the reasons I have never had a best friend. I do not really like it when people ask me that question because it makes me feel uncomfortable, but Linda never makes me feel. So it is nice to be her friend at least there is someone who makes me feel in place.

Everyone in the class sat down as a man who appeared to be in his thirties entered. He then stood at the front and wrote the class's history on the board, letting go of his marker and saying, "We have a new student. Please stand up and introduce yourself."
As I stood there, all eyes were on me and I said, "Good morning, I am Amy."
The teacher, whose name I later learned is Mr. Shalom, continued with his class .
I had other classes, and I know how nervous I was throughout the day, but I am relieved that school is over. Linda left with her friends, Sofia, Victoria, and Emma, whom she later introduced me to. They all seem nice and look so pretty. I stand outside the school gate waiting for Rob to pick me up because he was off from work today.
"Hey, are you not going home?" a handsome boy asked. I nodded, not knowing what to say because he looked so handsome and neat.
"Can I drop you off at home? You are our new neighbor."
I have never seen him in our neighborhood before, and that is because I rarely leave my room; even when a neighbor brings us cookies to greet us, I stay in my room to avoid questions about my skin tone.
"Thank you, but my father is on his way to pick me up," I replied to the cute guy, whose name I never knew, and he zoomed away.
Rob honks at me, and I walk up to his car, enter, and we zoom off.