Black Monologue

I stand out, black in a sea of white. I know I don’t belong here. I am different from everyone else and not one day goes past without me forgetting it. Being adopted everyone walks on eggshells around me, but being black and adopted, I am a target for a knife throwing contest. When I leave the house, sea of eyes and whispers follow my shadow. I can feel their eyes piercing into me and their words breaking my soul.
My family treats me better, but I still don’t feel like one of them. I think that they took me in to show everyone that they are accepting of me but, I still feel like an outcast. Most nights I create tears like an opened dam, wishing that one day my family will come and find me. Just knowing that they are like me, would help me to stay strong, knowing that I am not alone.
I enter the front door to the school with my head down, trying not to make any eye contact with any of my classmates, that is until I reach my one and only friend, Emma. She makes me feel more welcomed even though she isn’t anything like me. During the classes we have together, we talk and sit next to each
other, but when we are apart, I get picked on like there is no tomorrow. I get called names and have rubbish thrown at me from across the room. Even when I am with Emma, I get teased but she always defends me and cheers me up afterwards. Walking up and down the corridors of school between and after classes, I feel like the infected in quarantine with a five meter radius between me everyone else. After today, I was pissed. More than usual. They got to me and now I am about to erupt. Sometimes I don’t care that everyone avoids me, I like to have my own space but sometime I want to be like everyone else, hugging, laughing together and going out after school.
On my way home after school, I take the long way around the park.
I like to be away from everyone and just think to myself. My thoughts race in my head like hounds chasing a rabbit. ‘Should I run away and find my family?’ ‘Should I fight back?’. These thoughts clouded my mind until I finally reached my house. I enter the front door and is welcomed with a whispered conversation coming from my parents in the kitchen that is stopped by the time I enter their presence. That was the last straw. I ran to my room, tears swelling in my eyes. I was sick and tired of people pretending that i’m not there and ignoring me. I burst out crying and don't come out of my cave till dinner is ready. I don’t say anything the whole time until something attracts my attention. Apparently my parents were talking to me the whole time, talking about something that made my day. Another me. I couldn’t
wait.