“Oh look its “’Blakesha’ ”

“I hated seeing a person with complexion that was has dark as her.”

I quickly got into my classroom not being able to take the crude insults. I sat in

very front before Ms.Peterson who was our homeroom teacher.

Not long after the bell had rung, the students started flowing in the classroom like

a bust dam. The students quickly took their seats but not before sending snickers

and glares my way.

“SETTLE DOWN!’’

The students quickly complied not wanting to anger Ms.Peterson. The attendance

was done and the second bell rang the students left. The first half of the day went

by quickly and uneventful. It was now break time I headed outside to sit down

under a tree and look over my notes. Half way through the break, I heard

‘JAMIE, JAMIE!’

“Ms.Peterson is calling you. She is in the cafeteria “

I wondered why Ms.Peterson called me from the cafeteria at that. I packed up my

notes and headed for the cafeteria. Upon reaching the cafeteria, I could not see

Ms.Peterson. My face contorted to one of confusion. Right then about a dozen

balloons came hurling through the air. I tried my best to move out the way but

several still managed to hit me. Upon impact, the balloons burst and to my horror,

they were filled with paint of various colours. The entire cafeteria laughed at my

expense and chanted: