have dropped down on the floor lifeless by now. My eyes grew lar

n't know when my legs decided to give up on me, as my butt finds solace on the stair. Both their

waves at me then blows a kiss to my mom. His pap like face looking more disg

court" as he leaves he looks back at us, then with a glare stares hard at me. Then shuts the d

am still human, as I think these thoughts, tears begin rushing down my cheeks, and I begin wiping them off angrily. My mom seems to notice the state I am in as she pecks me goodnight. But oh my heart went out to her, I could feel her pain, her heels click hard against the floor as I listen to her door get shut. How will she cope in that room all alone? she lost dad today, and is threatened by someone else concerning her only family. And We both kno

ave a lot to live for, I know they'll be more blacks to be born, and I cannot wait for the time to come, when blacks begin to ha

have made their way to the house to sympathize and also criticize. "just what did I ever do wrong?" I ask myself as I sit down back on my bed, my hands on my head. "I have always been a loyal fan of my dad, I was in my studio for crying out loud!" I scream the last part out. And why would Laurel think that I even had anything to my father's death, when she stood in the crime scene before me. "I am so not looking forward t

ight be quiet, I might appear shy but once it comes to matters like this I can't seem to hold myself, as my dad always said. "coupled with your skin color, your sudden brazenness can land you somewhere I don't even want you to end up at" so with my feet landing firmly on the ground I stood my ground, and pushed her hard she fell. And did I feel sorry about that? No, certainly no. I might accept a whole lot of bully from behind, but not upfront. And she having the courage to walk up to me, means she really sees me as trash, before I shut my locker, I turn back and look at her, and just as I made a turn to walk back to where I am headed to I noticed the whole crowd that gathered around few minutes ago seem to have shut their mouth. My head makes contact with a very firm chest, making me slowly look up, and come face to face with a very uninterested looking Donald. Then he says. "it no longer a wonder to me as to why you've been deemed a suspect" he pauses, looking at me with disdain. "even if you didn't do it on your own, I think it might also be a case of aid and abet". I have nothing to say at this moment, this is when my self-control usually comes in. I know when to hold it in, and when to let out and I don't think even for one second that speaking back t

s Mendel" it would have been a thing of nonchalance if he was actually just a vice chancellor. But w