Having to move to a new town and start at a new school is hard enough by itself, but being the only black student in all of your classes makes it that much harder. My name is Shirley White and I just started my first day at V. M. High School. I am a very intelligent girl and tend to be a little unsocial. For the first couple of months, I did everything at school by myself. I walked to each of my classes by myself, ate lunch by myself, rode in a seat on the bus by myself, and anything else possible.
One day while sitting in English class, a new student came in looking just like I did on my first day, except for the fact that she was white. As she quickly scanned the room, our eyes locked for a brief second and I knew right then we would be good friends. The teacher said her name was Alice Richards. I could tell she was shy just like me by the way she quickly walked to the closest available desk, which happened to be right beside me.
After class, I noticed she was a little lost trying to find her next class. I asked to see her schedule and discovered we had exactly the same classes at the same time. She decided that she would just walk with me after every class. This started the first day of me not doing anything alone. I was still the only black girl in all my classes, but I was that black girl with a friend.
One day while sitting in English class, a new student came in looking just like I did on my first day, except for the fact that she was white. As she quickly scanned the room, our eyes locked for a brief second and I knew right then we would be good friends. The teacher said her name was Alice Richards. I could tell she was shy just like me by the way she quickly walked to the closest available desk, which happened to be right beside me.
After class, I noticed she was a little lost trying to find her next class. I asked to see her schedule and discovered we had exactly the same classes at the same time. She decided that she would just walk with me after every class. This started the first day of me not doing anything alone. I was still the only black girl in all my classes, but I was that black girl with a friend.
The two images I have chosen to go with my short story enhance the story by showing that the color of skin doesn't stop people from being the best of friends. This relates to me because all of my best friends I've ever had since 3rd grade have all been white, and I never, and still don't have a problem with that. =D
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