A/N: I know, another update. This is really short.


Racism: (noun) (2) antagonism towards other races.


Bullshit.

"Complete bullshit!" I say. Everyone goes silent and turns around.

"What did you say, Mr Thompson?" Sir asks.

"I said, 'complete bullshit', Sir," I point at Sara Abi, "You're not punishing her because she didn't do her homework. You're punishing her because she's black."

I lean back in my chair and survey Sir with calm eyes. He's getting redder.

"Mr Thompson," Sir says, with barely restrained fury, "I can assure you that I'm not racist."


Five minutes later, me and Sara are outside 208. With one look at the slip in my hand, I tear it into pieces.

"What are you doing?" comes the timid voice of Sara.

"Tearing this shit up. What does it look like?" I answer.

We'd been ordered to stay outside the classroom until class was over, but no way in hell was I doing that.

"Thanks," Sara says quietly, "It's not everyday someone sticks up for me."

"It's alright. I just got fed up at the way he," I jab my thumb at the door, "got at you all the time, you know?"

"Yeah, but I was too scared to speak up against it."

"You shouldn't be."

I start walking away.

"Where are you going?" Sara asks.

"Anywhere but here, you wanna come?"

"Yeah."


A/N: This came about after watching Freedom Writers. It's a good movie, go watch it. Reviews are my only payment I receive.