Marchael: A Short Story

“Come on Marchael , we should go to the sit-ins everybody else is doing it.” I said, “you know I don’t like being called Marchael, Annabeth,” said Marky tauntingly. I never liked my name so I always had people call me ‘Ann’ or ‘Anna’ instead ,but Marky used my name just to annoy me. Michael or Marky as he went by, and I have been best friends since 1st grade. He stole my apple and I hit him are teacher made us talk about our feelings and we’ve been buddies ever since.
Convincing Marky to come with me to the sit-in protest was easier than I thought I just had to buy him lunch. I felt less scared going to the sit-in with Marky even the thought made my hands sweat. We gathered in a college gym there was about 250 people we were put in the second
group if the first group got arrested and, we told to take their place we were also told the rules no talking, no or fighting, or swearing. The first group was there for about 3 hours before they were all arrested for ‘disturbing the peace’. So as planned the next day we took their place but before I could Marky pulled me aside “You know this could get really dangerous I heard a guy was put in the hospital for being in the protest.” said Marky as he pushed me farther from the group I stopped
“Those are probably just rumors and if it isn’t I’m not sitting this out we should all be equals whether you black or white and I want to be apart of that”