She held my black hand

Chapter 1: The Beginning

We walk down the streets all the time, hand and hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine. Her chocolate skin and hazel eyes seem lighter in the sun. We seem happy but a while ago, it was a lot different. Let's take you on this long journey to make love and equality real.
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Nadia's POV

Trash hit her porcelain figure. Hateful words filled the air as a girl with beautiful brown skin was trying to protect her body with her arms. A few girls from the same race grabbed her and pulled her close, running to get away from the attacks. The two women that pulled her away held her in a tight hug.

"Girl you got to be careful! They dangerous!" One girl with dreads said as she wiped at the female's minor wounds. The hurt woman sat down.

"Yeah Nadia, they could get us in trouble for the smallest things! Stupid white privilege-" Another girl said, mumbling the last bit under her breath.

"Guys! I'm fine. I swear. Let's just get to class before we're late." Nadia said, as she pulled herself off the ground. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair trying to fix it the best she could.

"Yeah don't want to be late for our first day of high-school." The girl with dreads said sarcastically. The three girls giggled and hurried to get to their classes.

(Time Skip to their first class)

Nadia and her best friends were separated from each other. The first class she went to was History. The teacher there was okay. Her name was Mrs. Harley. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and she was white. Despite the color of her skin she respected the other race. The female stood with a clipboard in hand she started to call off everyone's name. When a name was called the person that was brought up stood up and said their name, race, and their biggest dream.

A girl with beautiful golden blonde locks stood and said her name. Nadia was surprised at how sweet the woman sounded. Her voice was silky and soft, laced with a calming hum to it.

"I am Sam. I am white and my dream is to stop segregation." Sam said with a sweet smile. Many people booed and put a thumbs down. The girl frowned and sat. Mrs. Harley looked at her with an apologetic smile and slightly nodded. Nadia gave her a questioning glance. Sounds like a savior complex. 

"Next, Nadia please stand." The teacher said and the brown girl stood.

"I am Nadia Woods and I am colored. My dream is to become an artist." Nadia spoke softly, almost ineligible but still somewhat easy to understand. White kids shook their head in disgust. Some smiled at her courage to speak with a little ease.

Sam stood up and clapped her hands to catch everyone's attention. "I think you'll be a great artist! Your race doesn't change anything about your skill."

Once again people booed. Sam let out a small huff. "No one asked for your opinion so shut up." She growled. Mrs. Harley cleared her throat and Sam sat down with a sheepish smile. 

Nadia blinked a few times, trying to register what had happened. Her stomach flipped a bit as she sat down. 

That was when Nadia had her first crush ever. The problem was, it was a white woman...

(A/N that's it for today folks. Also this story is going to be updated at least twice a week or maybe more.)