She was walking with her friends laughing, talking about others
She tried her best to fit right in with the group, she really did
But she couldn't
She was the sore thumb in the group
Because she was mixed
These were her light friends
Her curls bounced and framed her round face, while their pin straight hair flowed away from theirs
Because she was half and half
But really
she was an outsider
Someone longing to fit in.
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Short StoryAbout a girl Who was always One Or the other Because She could never Fit in #thepeopleofsociety All rights reserved © 2016 bllurry
