Nessa

Episode one (Prologue)

Nessa's life couldn't possibly get any worse. Or at least that was what she thought until Nov 7th, 2035.

Nessa was a yellow-skinned girl who had long black hair and hazel colored eyes. She was about 5 foot 8 and she also happened to be one of the only black kids in Websters High.

One would think that racism would have died down in England by 2035, but it seemed to be trying hard to do the exact opposite. As Nessa sat in her final class, alone and as uncaring as usual, the speakers blasted over her ears.

"Vanessa Coburn, please report to the Principal's office. Vanessa Coburn..."

Nessa excused herself from the class and ignored the burning stares that lingered behind her. The Principal's office was a room almost as large as one sixth of an average soccer field. The walls were white and there was only one desk and chair int he entire room.

Sitting in that chair was a very petite woman (5'3'') who seemed to be in her middle ages. Underneath her desk there was a wrapped box and above it, a pile of paper work. There was a tag on the table that read: Principal Avery.

Principal Avery had a lot of work to do. She liked to think she was a very important person in a lot of important matters. She was probably right though. As she scribbled something on a notepad there was a knock on her door.

"Come in,"

Nessa walked in with her backpack on her shoulder and closed the door behind her.

"Good morning Principal Avery."

Avery had a hard time getting used to seeing this young girl in front of her. There were only two black people in the entire school: Nessa, and some guy named Tristan.

Avery had no time for useless ideologies such as racism. In fact she saw it as an unnecessary waste of time; she only wished she could help Nessa in a different way than she was about to.

No. Avery steeled herself and put on her most official smile. It was definitely too late for second guessing.

"Good morning Miss Coburn please take a seat."

Nessa silently wondered what seat Avery could be talking about. Even a blind man could tell there was only one seat in the room and Avery's butt was already on it. Could this be some sort of practical joke?

"Oh right," Avery apologized when she noticed Nessa hadn't moved a muscle. "I had the chair moved. After all we wouldn't be needing it for a long time..."

Avery's voice trailed away and Nessa wondered why the Principal was acting weird. However, she didn't care and neither did she have the patience to find out.

"Umm, you called for me." Nessa asked trying to move the process along.

"Ah, yes." Avery said. "I just wanted to know how you were faring...personally?"

This was slowly getting weirder for Nessa. She knew the Principal was someone who strongly believed in justice. If it wasn't for Avery, Nessa would have suffered a lot more in high school. But being interested in a student's personal life was weird even for Avery.

"Fine," Nessa employed the vaguest reply she could think of.

Avery nodded seemingly satisfied and then dragged out the wrapped box from underneath her desk.

"You are black American right?" She asked Nessa.

"I'm Nigerian..."

"Oh sorry," Avery genuinely apologized, "the point is you have a different skin color than the rest of the class and for some reason that is a bad thing at least to them. I know it must be difficult for you, that's why I decided to give you this personally."