"What, so I can't sit with any of your little friends either?" Annah acoffed. "How the hell should people want to vote for you!"
"Because I'm a strong, intelligent quick-witted person." Desiree chanted.
All Annah wanted to do was have a seat next to her roommate, who so happened to be a BPS. This college is so uptight, I couldn't get enough of the dumb petty arguments between people nearly every day.
"No, you're a bitch!!" Annah shouted, Desiree laughed in delight. "Oh hun, look how bad you look?"
The cafe was beginning to grow rowdy and intrigued to the riot between Annah and Desiree.
Sam sipped her coffee, which was now her 'tea'.
"We should leave." I urged, finishing the last of my apple and erupting from my chair.
"I don't care about what reputation I have for these insolent people!" She yelled. "Yes, you want to help the blacks around the community of this school, but you discriminate your own race, bashing on the lighter toned black people. If you want people on your side you shouldn't worry about the color of ones skin, Desiree."
"Oh, please." She she gave a pearly smile. "You lighter colored people get all of the glory. It's not just the blacks that don't get treated equally, but even the skin tones don't get treated equally either!"
Her possy cheered like wild fire behind her. I could understand where Desiree was coming from, yet that wasn't the focus on many others. The bullying, hate, and raising money us what we should worry about.
"So you even belittle the lighter tones of your own race to bring black back? Seriously?"
"This is why North Korea laughs in our faces people!" Desiree joyfully announced toward the cafeteria who was in mayhem of the sudden argument.
"Nobody cares about that! That's the president's job!" Sam called out, I urged her to be quiet.
Yet the cafe was so loud, her immense comments were barely heard.
"Let's go, Sam." I repeated. I felt the tension between the two rising, more than an argument was about to take place.
This would've been the first fight I known if in college done by two freshman who deeply argued about politics.
"Samantha! Let's go!!" I shouted.
She sighed, and stood up from her seat. More began to evacuate the cafe, as the yelling suddenly grew louder.
There Mateo was, making his way out if the cafe, too distracted to see me walking by. He cursed under his breath once I stumbled onto the floor.
"Sorry," He cringed, helping me up with my backpack.
"They're fighting!! Oh my god I got footage!" Sam dashed toward me through the crowded hallway.
"Delete it!" I yelped.
"No, send it to me!" Mateo swiftly grabbed his phone from his pocket.
I angrily stared at the two. "No! They're going to get anybody with footage!"
"So? I'll just pull it out of recently deleted when I get the chance!" She grinned.
I've rolled my eyes too much today, I had to get away. I shoved pass the two and stormed to the stairwell, jogging up the stairs until the loudness faded away, I went into Sam and I's dorm room.
Sam was simple, yet she puts her nose in things she doesn't need to. Based on experience, you get hunted down by the school administrators if known with footage of a fight.
I guess it's just where I grew up, and where she grew up.
We both were simple, but with different backgrounds; She didn't have to worry about ends meet while I did, clothes on her back, or worry about which ally looks safe enough to walk through as a short cut.
We lived differently.
