Prologue:

When people looked at Salina Navajo, they didn’t see a beautiful person. They didn’t see a singer, a dancer, a straight A, over-achieving student. They didn’t see a compassionate, over caring, sweet, simple girl.

They saw a black girl instead.

The halls were quiet around her as she walked away from the music room. She could almost feel the eyes watching her though, wanting her to slip up, just for a reason to tease her.

When she reached her locker, she found a mess that made her gasp. The metal door had been kicked and twisted until it wouldn’t shut, and inside were notes of paper. Her books lay in a pile on the floor, ripped and scribbled on, the covers lying on one side of the door and the insides lying on the other.

Reaching into what used to be her locker, she removed one of the many notes. Opening it, she read the crude scrawled message.

GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM YOU BLACK SHIT

Leaning against the lockers next to hers, she slid down to the floor. Resting her head against the cool blue surface, she listened for the bell that was supposed to go any minute.

Right on cue, people started pouring out of the doors that lined the corridor. They glanced at her, teenagers she knew, others she didn’t. An extravagant looking boy started walking towards her, and stopped just in front of her feet. She looked up expectantly.

“Go home,” he told her roughly. She looked down, and he cleared his throat. Once again she looked up, and got hit in the face with his spit. Looking at her darkly, he stalked away.

The second bell rang, initiating the start of fifth period. The girl got up, and wiped her face with the crumpled note. She tugged her shirt back into place, and as she walked to the principal’s office, her face was the picture of grim determination.

She was the last one in that hallway at the end of the day. She was always the last one.

When she first arrived, she was wary. She watched the identical students in the hall with apprehension, envying the girls with their perfect straight hair and their cool boyfriends.

When she graduated year Twelve, she was the highest achieving student in the history of the school. She had a higher IQ than some of the teachers, and she was awarded with medals and trophies for all her achievements and commendations.

She went on to be the most educated person in the world, highly awarded, with people everywhere worshipping her work. She started giving lectures, teaching special classes, and talking to kids in third world countries.

Because, for all that she was smart, she was still a black girl.

A/N: This is just a one off, a short story I decided to write. Please don't ask if I'm going to continue it, and please review. I really, really appreciate reviews.

Love Jaqki