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{Namjoon}You're different *Part 1*

It's 1957, and you were fed up

You came right home from school and started going through all your belongings.

Looking for what you were taking with you and what you were leaving.

You narrowed it down to a few clothes, your diary, and some waters, enough to keep you going.

On your way home you witnessed two beatings of two African American men. It was sad to see, but also sad to say it was normal to see.

'It's only so much a community could take before they explode', something you remembered your teacher told you in class.

You were now at that point, the exploding point. Life being a black person is hard, there were even times when you wished you were white, but you got out of that faze quickly, learning to embrace your melanin.

You heard your door creek open and you turned around.

"Y/n, honey what are you doing?," your mother asked as she looked at the bag on your bed.

"Mama, I'm leaving, I can't stay here anymore," you said to your mother.

"Stop being silly and come clean up child," her smirk disappeared when she realized you were serious.

"You can't leave us y/n, you're not going anywhere," your mother said with hurt in her voice.

"Mama, I don't care I'm leaving," you said to your mother as you grabbed your small bag.

You could hear her sniffing, feeling bad but knowing this is best for you.

"You're not thinking straight Y/n, Sit down!" you turned to look at your mother with tears pouring down her face.

"Mama, I'm leaving. I can't stay here knowing that my people are suffering, and it's all because of daddy," you said while tearing up.

Your father was the lieutenant at the Alabama police station, one problem is your father was white, and so was your mother. You were adopted....more like found abandoned by your real parents.

Your father didn't like the idea at first, he was a racist man and he knew his feelings about black people were gonna ruin that.

Of course, your mother convinced him, thinking they can raise you "different" than other black people.

"Your daddy is doing what needs to be done, them animals shot at the police!" your mother, starting to raise her voice.

"Yeah because he shot and killed a kid! A innocent child who was confused and ran away from the cops and got shot. What my people are doing is called justice. They killed a 10 year old, is that not clicking in your brain!" you stopped talking and sighed.

"And animals? We are humans just like you are so don't disrespect us," you said starting to get angry.

You heard the front door open and and close, you already knew who it was.

You could hear by his footsteps that he was coming straight into your bedroom.

"Hey honey," your father said walking into the room,"what's going on?"

He asked looking at you, then back to your mother.

"She wants to leave because of what happened last week," you started to tear up again, remembering what had happened to that poor child.

Your father instantly got the hint and walked over to you.

"Y/n, your gonna put that bag down and head into the kitchen to wash those dishes, okay?" your face remained the same, expressionless and you didn't move a muscle.