Saturday, 7 February 2009
06:28:52 PM (GMT)
I was tied up over a pit of snakes, ready to strike any minute. A giant, evil dragon
was about to cut the rope and let me fall to my death when a handsome prince saved
me, swooping me up in his strong arms. He slayed the evil dragon and took me to his
castle. Once there, he cradled me in his arms, whispering my name over and over.
"Isabella," he smiled down at me. "Isabella!" a nasal, scratchy voice trudged into my
"No!" I wailed as my prince dissapeared along with my fantasies. I sat up in bed
"What is it, Gayle?" I yelled down the hall to my stepmother. She stomped into my
"Get up. You have school," she snapped, dragging me from my bed.
"What the hell do you mean? I don't have school today!" I ripped my hand away from
her sweaty grip.
"Shut up and get ready!" she screamed into my face, and trudged out of my room.
"I hate you!" I screamed down the hall, and slammed my door.
"Bella, calm down." my mother's voice got into my head once again. Whenever I was
sad, lonely, or angry, she was always there. Whenever I had news or something
incredible happen to me, she always listened, never ignoring me.
"Mama, Gayle's not you," I said softly, going to my dresser to get some jeans. She
"Mama?" I tried again, but she was silent. I shrugged my shoulders and looked in the
mirror. I was a wreck. My hair was matted and tangly; my pajamas were wrinkly and my
face was red.
I staggered into the bathroom and struggled to brush my hair. In 15 minutes I had on
clean clothes, neat hair, eyeliner and mascara on. I smiled, satisfied with myself,
and grabbed my backpack. Gayle was sitting on the couch in the living room, eating
pop tarts and watching some soap opera.
"Bye, retard," I muttered under my breath. She glared at me as I passed her. I walked
out to the driveway to my white Ford truck and threw my bag in the bed. I turned the
ingition on and drove the five miles to St. Mark's High School; an exclusive district
that was expensive. My father had gotten a raise and had gotten me into this fancy
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the double front doors of the school
was: everyone was white. I was the only black girl.