PICK ONE ALTERNATE ENDING
PICK ONE ALTERNATE ENDING
‘‘Nothing prepared me for walking into the publicschool classroom, Already three weeks into the fourth grade I had never felt so utterly on my own’’. As I entered the classroom I was quick to notice the various types of races; from white to Latino and an overwhelming amount of African Americans. Although there where various races non compared to me none had the thickened slabs I sucked between my teeth, I still didn’t feel the welcoming sensation I had so much desired. It almost felt like home
On the way out of class, they all gathered around me as if I had a delicious plate of food that they all wanted to feast on. I was bewildered, stunned, surprised, but most of all scared for my life. Should I have run? Should I have screamed?! All these thought came to mind, but my body stood steadfast frozen. The only thing that unified them was their inquisitiveness, yet, they kept demanding an answer as to what I was! I’m a human being, you idiots! I’m a human being, you idiots! Was that the sole phrase I had between my dreadful lips? Was I really that scared to be scared steadfast? I wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant I knew I wasn’t, and still aren’t, an ordinary person. I was and still are black and white. It defined me as much as it does to a zebra. Then, out of nowhere my lips and toung responded in unison, without any sense of my own control. I said I was black!. For the time being I was unaware of how much those two words would affect my whole school year, and many to come.
At lunch time that first day, my eyes scanned the room and saw an island of white kids in a sea of black faces. I didn’t hesitate to grab my lunch, which consisted of some weird overly cooked pizza. Then as I rapidly headed towards the corner of the cafeteria when I had been quick to notice light whispers of why I had grabbed the pizza instead of the greasy fried chicken!
Simply due to the fact that I said I was black. Those racist ignorant bastards! I
‘‘Nothing prepared me for walking into the publicschool classroom, Already three weeks into the fourth grade I had never felt so utterly on my own’’. As I entered the classroom I was quick to notice the various types of races; from white to Latino and an overwhelming amount of African Americans. Although there where various races non compared to me none had the thickened slabs I sucked between my teeth, I still didn’t feel the welcoming sensation I had so much desired. It almost felt like home
On the way out of class, they all gathered around me as if I had a delicious plate of food that they all wanted to feast on. I was bewildered, stunned, surprised, but most of all scared for my life. Should I have run? Should I have screamed?! All these thought came to mind, but my body stood steadfast frozen. The only thing that unified them was their inquisitiveness, yet, they kept demanding an answer as to what I was! I’m a human being, you idiots! I’m a human being, you idiots! Was that the sole phrase I had between my dreadful lips? Was I really that scared to be scared steadfast? I wasn’t an idiot, nor ignorant I knew I wasn’t, and still aren’t, an ordinary person. I was and still are black and white. It defined me as much as it does to a zebra. Then, out of nowhere my lips and toung responded in unison, without any sense of my own control. I said I was black!. For the time being I was unaware of how much those two words would affect my whole school year, and many to come.
At lunch time that first day, my eyes scanned the room and saw an island of white kids in a sea of black faces. I didn’t hesitate to grab my lunch, which consisted of some weird overly cooked pizza. Then as I rapidly headed towards the corner of the cafeteria when I had been quick to notice light whispers of why I had grabbed the pizza instead of the greasy fried chicken!
Simply due to the fact that I said I was black. Those racist ignorant bastards! I