I am writing this story because I have grown up around prejudice. I know many teenagers around here that are mean to African-Americans and other races of people. It angers me because it doesn't matter if you are white, black, red, or brown. We are all human beings and deserve to be treated as human beings. Although I am not African-American I felt compelled to write this story because I have seen many terrible things done to Jews, African-Americans, and other races of people. I hope this story will make you respect people even if they are a different race or simply just different from you. Some of the language used in this story is not meant to be taken offensively. I only use it to show the tragic and cruel things that are said to some people.
After All by writerforever
"Hey niggar girl why are you crying? Did we hurt your black heart?" the boy asked laughing. Alicia jumped up from the lunch table and ran. She ran out of the school and she ran through the pouring rain and down a dark alley. She had tears streaming down her face but they were invisible under the rain. She felt as if her heart was breaking. "How can people be so cruel?" she wondered to herself.
She tripped and fell face down onto the hard ground into a rain puddle. She lay there never getting up. The rain poured down upon her as she lay there sobbing. Nothing made sense to her now. She had tried to fit in but she couldn't. No one would never love her. No one would never want to be her friend. All because her skin was black. "Why? I'm a person just like everyone else. I dream of becoming famous and I have ambitions just like everyone else," Alicia thought to herself. Before her parents had died life had been good for her. But now that she was an adopted girl that belonged to white parents everything was different. Alicia began to think back to the time when she had been happy and before everything had changed. . . .
To be continued. . .