He doesn't like black girls.
Ain't this some bullsh--
"Shrimp?" The lunch lady held out a ladle full of fresh shrimp. "No thank you." I took a plate of fettuccine alfredo and a cup of sliced peaches. I sat with my friends at our table and looked over at Victor. He was chilling with his friends. I rolled my eyes and ate my food.
It's okay. He may be good looking but HE HATES HIS OWN RACE. I don't need that in my life.
"What's wrong?" Nina asked me.
"Nothing. It's fine. Wasn't that trig test hard? I think I flunked it."
"I hated that people thought I was going to pass just because I'm asian."
"Are you serious? People really still think that?" Fatima asked.
"Of course they still do, because humans are jerks. All my life, people asked me for help with their homework and I've been called 'Ling-Ling' or 'Ching-Chong'. And nobody believes me when I say that I'm Latina. Filipinx people are Latinx."
"That's so messed up. You're totally Latinx. Latinx isn't a race," I said. "Nobody believes that I'm Latina because I'm black. And people have called my mom an o preta, which is the n-word in Portuguese. And they called my dad metade da raça, which is basically...um...'half-breed' because he's mixed."
"And I've been called a terrorist, Isis, and once...a 'Veil Vixen' from a white guy in his 20s. I was 13! Also, people don't believe me when I say that I'm a muslim because I don't wear a hijab. Like, hello, you can be muslim and not wear a hijab."
Ugh, the amount of racism we've faced is sickening.
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Abi
Teen FictionTW: Bullying, addiction, abuse, depression, anxiety, racism and homophobia are mentioned in this story. Abi, the new girl from Manhattan, has arrived to Stony Brook, Upstate NY. She befriends Fatima (who lost weight over the summer and has been c...
