Black Fire

Keep Up or Fall Back

Going to a private school is the worst thing you could ever do.  Especially if it's a private all girls school. You don't get to experience things such a-

"Kiara, come downstairs, I understand this is a new adjustment but you have to cooperate with me and your father!" Of course, my mother has to come along and ruin the first day of school by yelling. Rolling my eyes I close my diary responding to my mother with only "15 minutes and I'll be ready" Grabbing the uniform off the bed I, begin to strip down to the bare skin that I hate ever so much. Once, fully clothed I look in the mirror and cringe at the image in front of me. "This doesn't reflect me at all does it ?" Groaning remorsefully I frolic back to my closet pulling out the box my biological father left for me. Upon opening the box it held an unnerving amount of memories. Especially how he died, looking into the box somber I grab his gold watch. Setting the box back in my closet I sulk back to the mirror, looking back I'm still very displeased with my image. I look onto my vanity at my phone, glancing at the time. "5 minutes that's all I have ?!" Running back to the closet I skim over my shoes grabbing my neon orange shoes, I quickly change out my slides. Running back to my vanity I stuff my phone and makeup pouch in my backpack, zipping it up. I glance in the mirror still dissatisfied with my looks, but it will have to do. Running out my door and dashing down the steps my brother snickers and says "Run the Olympics much?" I dash outside into the car buckling up for not only life but also, school.

As I pull into my new school, I notice all eyes on me because well, I'm the only one with darker skin. Everyone looks Hispanic, white, or some other race. I thought: everyone is a different race other than black.