nearly everyone in the hallways was staring at him. A sea of white, milky faces, their eyeballs fixed to his chocolate colored skin.
When he entered class, even more faces stared at him; in fact, even the teacher stared at him for so long that he thought her eyeballs would pop out. She cleared her throat, plastered a big, fake smile on her face and said in an icy voice,
“ You must be Brice McTollar. Welcome to homeroom. I am Mrs. PrauDu. I hope you enjoy my class.” She coughed,“ Now take your seat. 7th on the 3rd row. We will start class by writing a list of what we would like to call a story we would write one day.”
Brice took his seat. Everybody shuffled away from him as though he had cooties. He started writing:
A Day in the Himalayas
Mountain Adventure
Himalaya Heaven
He decided to write the story on free period. Only guess what. When free period came, Mrs. PrauDu wouldn’ t let him.“ This matter is very important,” she said. She paused briefly,“ It’ s about you being the only black male in this entire school.”
He stared at her, openmouthed.“ Are
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