I don't know exactly why, but ever since I was little I could see people for who they truly are. White is good and black is evil. I very rarely see whites but I rarely see blacks too. Most people are shades of grey like my stepdad and little brother. My mother and older sister have always been close to white. It makes sense because they always go help out at homeless shelters. It all changed when I found my dead sisters body in the woods behind our house. The police said that she had been raped. I won't forget my mothers cries. At the finer I saw my sister lay on the casket. She glowed a beautiful white. I looked over at my four year old brother. He didn't understand what was going on. Then I looked at my stepdad.
He was pitch black.
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
