Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ I Was Racist ❯ Chapter 1

I Was Racist

 

 

Disclaimer: I own everything; it is my life. However, names have been omitted to protect the innocent.

 

 

For about 11 years, I hated my own race with a passion. Since the beginning, I was always different. People who aren't black wouldn't know this but there's this code among all black people: when you're black, you have to act just like your peers - no matter how terrible, mean, selfish, and lazy they act.

When I was young, just about every year in school, my family would pack up and leave. A few times we moved mid-year and one time in late February. I always told people it was because of my dad's job but I never really knew why. I was naturally shy on the first days but eventually during the year I would loosen up and maybe have a friend or two when it was time to move again.

I hated moving. We were pretty broke then (still are but a bit less) so we would pack up everything ourselves and moved it ourselves. The first few times I can remember, we would move and be there and settled in about 2