Black Indeed
Hello! This is a little side note from the publisher of this chapter. If you are not over/is 75% black and you come across a slur in this chapter, please do not read it, as it is disrespectful to everybody of that race and you don’t know who it affects. I’ve put many warnings throughout these kinds of things, so please do not pull any racial stunts or anything while reading this book. Thank you!
DING DING DING!
I woke up, it was a nice Saturday Morning. Not.
I looked in the mirror, and took my bonnet off. I have no motivation to comb my hair out, but it looks horrible, and crusty. I have dry curly 4c texture hair, and my parents aren’t able to afford regular hair products.
My parents are in debt, and it’s very hard for them to find a job. We are black, African american. People don’t see us as the working type, more as the being overruled and the maid/janitor type.
I put my justice backpack on, meanwhile in high school. This is a very old backpack, of course. We are trying to save the $98 we have left.
I got on the bus, sitting at the front. Some white child who attends this school named Emily asked me to move to the back. I was used to it, so I did. But at the same time, I didn’t want to, considering it is 1999.
I started getting bullied by the other white kids..
“Ew! Look at her moving to the back. Her skin is so dark, it looks like charcoal.” Emma randomly pointed out.
“Look at my leather jacket babe!! It matches her skin tone!” Leslie claimed.
“Her lips are so big, not even the human rate of the economy can compare.” Rachel said.
“Her forehead is so round and big, just like a full moon, seems like it’s someones time to fly into hell and get out of this world.” Lana said, trying to be quirky but not making any kind of sense.
“I bet if we turn off the bus’s ceiling lights, you won’t be able to see her!” Some random white kid said, with his high squeaky voice.
Please do not read the next part out loud if you are not 75% black or more. It’s extremely disrespectful to the authors race. Also each chapter has a different author, according to the race/topic of the chapter.
“Nigga, nigga, nigga!” Some white kids started chanting, leading it on among the others and repeating it until the whole bus started chanting it.
I hated this bus. The rules from the 1970′s were still here for no reason, other than any other bus. Any other bus wasn’t as racist, but of course, I got put on the bus that is heavily racist. Not to mention, I’m the only African American/Black person here.
We reached the school, and Emily tripped me. She is my biggest bully. She was always touching my hair for no reason whatsoever, and making fun of it.
“Wow, once again seeing the girl with rob-lox speed coils in her head on the floor. Bummer. Go back to your country. Loser!” She yelled.
I got up quickly, and ran to class. Chemistry, the average class that everyone hates. My teacher is racist, too.
I walked into the classroom.
“Why are you late old lady? Aha, kids. You see what I did there? He laughed.
At least he didn’t say anything about my hair this time. I walked towards my seat in the back.
“A-a-a, I don’t know what you black-skinned nobodies are always up to in the back of the classroom. Sit right here in the front where I could see you. Right next to eh, Emily.” He rudely announced.
I sat down next to Emily, well, I tried to. She pulled something very mischievous on me, for no reason. I did absolutely nothing to her and what, she’s bullying me, and, pulling pointless pranks at me. She pulled my chair out right when I was about to sit down, and I fell. I hit my head against the corner of the desk, and everything started to turn darker and darker, soon turning black.
I woke up, at the same spot I blacked-out at. Of course, white administration can’t even follow the bare-protocol. They just left me there, nobody even bothered to take me to the nurses office, or at least help me out.
I hate racism, it’s pointless. What do you get out of it? A few laughs, chants, etc. Nothing big, bad, and or cool. Just because of different shades of color that you see on other peoples skin? Bodies? You want them to die, get thrown off cliffs, kill themselves, and what not.
“What a bunch of sick-killin’ cracka lookin bastards!” I said, a little too loud while getting up off of the crooked tiled floor.
Everyone looked at me shocked.
“Wow, this blackie sure can run her mouth. Look at her being all ghetto.” Rachel exclaimed.
“Girl if I’m ghetto-aa, what are you? Greek yogurt. Nothin’ but a crazy AAVE stealin’ dandruf havin’ nobodies!” I yelled.
“That’s it! I’m calling the cops. Why is this monkey even out of the zoo? Now, it’s talking back to me as if I’m another one of its zookeepers? Ridiculous. Let me dial 911, and let them deal with this animal.” Rachel insulted me, before calling the cops on me.
I ran outside, crying and repenting upon my sins, for that I believed I was going to head into heaven in under 5 minutes. I ran, hearing cop sirens behind me. I got to a high mountain, I climbed, they were such bad cops that they didn’t get to tase me. I got to the tip of the cliff.
“Tell my motha and fatha’ I loved them; as they were working day and night, for my well-bein’. Losers.” I laughed off, knowing they wouldn’t tell them anyways.
I jumped.
(The next chapter is going to be a chapter about the perspective of people who are in the Hispanic/Mexican category. It is going to be written/typed by a Hispanic/Mexican publisher.)
