Rejected Because I'm Black?!*STEREOTYPICAL*

Chapter 2: Not Accepted.

Chapter 2: Not Accepted.

I sat on the couch, in the middle, with no one sitting by me, just white people glaring at me.

" This is your Mate? Did you find her in the ghetto?" I glared at his Mom and decided to answer that question myself.

"Actua-"

"Don't speak when you're not spoken to." Travis interrupted me. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my shoes. The Mom looked at me.

" I don't care what your father say. Get rid of her. I don't want black grand kids." I was about to get up and slap the shit out of her but Travis glared at me, knowing I would try something. I sat back down. The mom left to the dad's office. I just sat there.

" Don't think about hurting my mom again, stupid bitch."

" Listen, I don't give a fuck about you or this family. I can find someone else. I don't wanna be in this pack anyway." I got up but he pushed me back down. He raised his right hand and slapped me.

" Shut the hell up. I'll straighten you up for now until I see what my dad says." He glared at me and went to his room, playing Last Resort by Papa Roach.

This was gonna be a long day.