"Poof" and Gone

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Felicity *** *** It all happened with the crimson light on the wall, as it flickered on-off-and then twirled. The windows trembled from the permeating screams as though they could shatter into pieces. People all around ran like a horde of madmen, stomping on those who fell onto the ground. It was a scene from the movies, as the guards fled from all directions toward the center of the hallway, no, toward my twin sister, Naomi, with their knees bent, guns up. I crooked my back, pushed the crowd aside and dashed through the tiniest gap between the people. I felt like the whole world, the whole universe, was pushing against me. Any second from now, I would burst like a volcano and send my agony to harden on the floor. I dragged my feet upon the perished bodies as I grasp hold of Naomi and slid my hand between her frail fingers. ‘Why are the people running around? Is this what school looks like?’ questioned Naomi, staring at her brand new pair of Converse, a white piece of cloth stained with navy blue stripes. ‘No, this is not school,’ I paused, It is an arena of racial discrimination.’ ‘A what? What do you mean by arena of racial discrimination?’ I struggled to keep my mouth zipped, though the words eventually blurted out. ‘They are coming for you! To capture you, to torture you, to slaughter you!’ ‘For me?” she breathed as her face grew pale and her teeth began to clatter. ‘Is it because under the layers of chemicals smothered on my skin, I am a White, instead of Black?’ My body had frozen. “Yes,” was all I could say. All those plans were sent into the trash within a snap. Each day, I spent hours in the basement going over my plans, the plan to send Naomi into school as a black girl. Some days, I would teach Naomi how... ... middle of paper ... ...m, a nightmare and tomorrow I will wake up beside Naomi, with a dilated smile across her face, like usual. The next day I woke up, pulling my hand across the bed to feel for warmth on the bed sheet. Perhaps she had come back to sleep with me, perhaps it was a dream. My eyelid begun to batter, while slightly cracking open. I was exposed to the dark, in the basement, alone...I felt like my heart have been torn apart into tiny pieces of shreds. Everything had change. As I walk into the school, memories of the incident rush into my head, burning me into rage and tears. As I walk pass the hallway, I can feel the pairs of eyes staring into my back and I can hear the whispers and murmurs buzzing around me. My academic grades have been plunging into the deep trench beyond the oceans. I, myself, have melted into the air, like an ice cream under the sunshine, “Poof” and gone.

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