Dark Skin

10: c h a r i t y.

❛Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.❜
- George Edward Woodberry.

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I flinched at what she called me. While my skin was supposed to be a matter of pride, here it was turned into a joke or worse, an issue. Mustering courage in my breaths, I hissed, "What do you want, Claire?"

At the sight of the change in her facial expression, I deduced that she was surprised. After all, she should. I took her by surprise as I talked back. She thought that just because there was a majority of white people in the classroom, I would remain shut.

"She knows how to talk," she smirked. Her puppies, a.k.a her friends laughed. "By the way, where did you buy the clothes you're wearing? I have to buy some for my maid."

More laughter filled the, now claustrophobic, space as soon as she finished her sentence. Everyone was laughing at me and I couldn't bear it. I felt terribly sad and i just wanted to cry. It was my first day at school and this was my warm welcome.

I remarked that nothing but my tears were warm on this day.

"These clothes might be too expensive for you to buy. Maybe you should try buying them at the charity event from where you bought yours," I snapped with a mocking smile. There you go, girl! "Now, will you excuse me. Your presence is quite suffocating. Try using a perfume someday."