Description
I was Different. Different from all of them. I was different because I had a darker skin than most of the people at my school. I was different because I was considered as a burden , a mean person and a lot of other things. I was just different. But am I at the fault of having a dark skin color? Did I choose this color myself? If not , then why do people think that dark colored people are not people , but instead are cruel monsters? Why do people think black people are mean , rude , thugs , criminals and whatnot. Do you know why? Read to find out why. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Introduction
