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The Beginning

   "Kaci! Come to get breakfast!" Mrs. Shirley, was at the stove in her nightgown,  juggling around eggs and bacon in a pan,  Kaci's, brother already sitting at the kitchen table.  He had finished his breakfast before Kaci even made it downstairs.  She rushed to the kitchen cabinet just beside Mrs. Shirley's legs,  she snagged a small tub ware and threw her food into the container.  "Now don't go let's that food go bad.  We all know what happened last time you put your breakfast in your book bag" Mrs. Shirley gave Kaci, a "isn't that the truth" Look.  Kaci, scoffed,  chucking the box into her book bag,  getting onto the tip of her toes to peck her mother's cheek.  "Cya later mamma" She ran to the front door,  throwing the door open and quickly scurrying down the front porch. Mrs. Shirley shakes her head.  "I swear that girl-" she looked over to Kaci's brother he Shrugged. Mrs. Shirley took the pan and set it on a cool burner,  setting Kaci's plate in the sink. 

      Kaci always loved to take in her surroundings whenever she walked to school.  the birds chirping and the early risers wandering the sidewalks. whether with their dogs or with there headphones plugged in. A very common question she gets in school is "how was your first day at a white school?" She had heard the question so much that she could tell you what you were gonna say before you even said it.  Being brown in a neighborhood of whites isn't exactly the easiest thing on the planet.  Sure she gets bullied plenty.  But after a while,  'negro' goes from an insult to a Nickname. Despite school, she found the town to be very pleasant,  smaller than any other place she had lived.  Which made it even cozier in her eyes.  The town was small and very old. she had asked around and the rumor was they this town had dated all the way back to the 1700's. The town was bordered by thick and dark forests, the kind that for darker the deeper you went in. Because the branches were so dense they covered the forest from any light somehow breaking into the prison of darkness Kaci knew as part of her home.  That was another thing she didn't like about this town,  the forest. It did hide them from the outside world. But clearly, some people here haven't heard of the phrase ignorance is bliss.  And they won't ever hear it.  Because they never returned. After the last man went missing,  the town had started acting as if he had never existed, no posters,  no gossip.  Nothing. Kaci did find this strange but didn't see the need to look further into it. A group of kids her age broke her train of thought by walking into her path they gave her one glance and scoffed at her. "Gag me with a spoon, the chocolate freak has shown up." said the Beatrice Lubwà. Her father runs a very well known restaurant known as the Lubwà family diner. A resturaunt run by all white employees. Kaci couldn't help but hate the majority of white people in her area.  She wasn't very certain how other browns were treated in different areas, but she was sure it couldn't be any better than where she lived now. Beatrice expected Kaci to fall to her knees in agony of being bullied, but Kaci was not a softy. Quite the opposite,  I Brick wall was a better explanation of Kaci's emotions. Only she chose who could mess with her psychologically,  after being bullied since pre-school. It toughened her up,  she just feared that later on it life this torment would get violent.  Which was something she definetly was not looking forward to.

Shortly after school ends

     Of course school was just a repetitive cycle that didn't really affect Kaci.  Learn,  get bullied,  eat,  have an asthma attack every five minutes in gym,  then go home. Counting down the days was the only somewhat entertaining thing about school to Kaci. All the rest was just,  knowledge. Of course she knew this knowledge would be useful to her I'm the future so it held an important part of her brain together. Although this would be a scenario that wouldn't really fit in with the whole "knowledge is important" topic of this narrative.  You'd think Kaci would risk being slightly late home instead of taking a back road would you?  She would have only been ten minutes late home, but no.  She wants to do her best to meet her mother's wishes, although.  She can't help but flinch when she hears the loud rumble of a motor from far behind her. She turned to face the source of the car,  having to move her hair away from her luminous green eyes. The shine of two headlights ripped through the gently rays of sunlight coming from the horizon,  blinding her. Her eyes had adjusted after a while standing there, watching the motionless car.  Without warning,  the tired churn in the dry dirt,  zooming towards her. It took her a second to process that a car was aiming straight for her, only being able to throw herself against the bricks of the narrow walls on either side of the road. Her gut was met with the rear mirror of the car,  she was winded and thrown back onto a pile of garbage bags,  some were open.  Some just genuenly stank, she got up quickly in fear of being attacked by an army of cockroaches, or some other vile creature.  She stared off into the distance,  seeing the car disappear from sight. Her legs felt like noodles,  and her head was dizzy,  she fought the urge to trip and fall.  Keeping her balance she persisted home,  unlike being late by ten-minutes,  she was now late by forty-fve minutes due to the slowness of her stride,  and the 'attack' as you would call it. Her mother was just about to scold her when she saw the girls current state. She had a large cut on her cheek she had not even been aware of.  Her mother cleaned up the wound and then sent her into the bathroom,  drawing a bath for the girl.  And going back into the main room to the house,  which doubled as a living room and kitchen.  She took a seat at her desk, which had rusty needles and old tattered spoils of thread and a large bundle of thread that had been formed into a blanket shape.  It was currently in the shape of a rectangle,  so it was no where near done,  which is why this had been one of her main priorities for the week.
      Currently, Kaci sat in the large tub,  bubbles covering most of her body,  her round knees poking from under the soft blanket of bubbles that lay atop the water. All of her hair was held into one large strand by one hand,  while she took her other hand and wetened her hair periodically.  Bath time was slightly therapudic for Kaci, she felt like the tub was this special place she could emit her true feeling onto,  trapping every thought that comes up in her head in their own personal bubble. It took only fifteen minutes for her mother to call her to get out,  complaining about the water leaking from the kitchen ceiling. She stroked her hair once more before shifting out of the bathtub, and releasing the water down the drain. She dried herself off with a dark purple towel,  with varying sizes holes in random spaces,  with tiny pieces of thread dangling down off the hem of the towel. Having put on a night gown and a pair of basic trousers,  she set her dirty clothes in a large wooden bin in the corner of the main room, and finally clicked out for the day.  Giving her mother and brother a hug before making her way up to the small closet like room she slept in,  it was a small walk in closet sized bedroom,  with the bed reaching from one side side of the bed to the other,  and the other half of the room only having space for a small slide open closet and nightstand like dresser drawer. She places her bare feet on the tattered carpet of her floor,  the edges of the carpet revealing dark glistening wood.  With a loud exhale she fell forward with her arms spread,  falling face first into the bed. She gripped tightly onto the blanket and held it up to her nose.  It smelled of her birth home,  which was a relaxing country side aroma. She shifted her body parallel with the bed in an angular perspective, and threw the large thick blanket over herself.  At this point in time the sun had already set,  and the sky was just a dim blue while the sun shine still ever so softly shined from under the horizon,  closing the blinds to the window just to her left,  she finally lost herself in meaningless thoughts. Letting her mind Carry her subconscious into a dreaming state of thought.