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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