My name is plain. My name is a slur of letters, never articulated with the sharp stab of a tongue. It's a war of nationalities, none of them matching my ancestry. I don't have the bright glow of a Greek as if the sun was shining through my veins. I don't have mesmerizing curls like the Irish which all seem to spiral in the right direction. I am plain like my name. I am pale- lacking pigment in my skin the way I lack the beautiful complexion of a Native. My hair is wavy like it dried in the sun, and my eyes are dark, lacking the bright blue of my family's irises. My name is Alexus Carlisle Smith and I am plain like my name.
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Remember Me
Short StoryA writing assignment I was given last year that I thought was good enough to share Cover is also mine because I did it in art class last year too lmao
