Here we go, a start to another bad day, how did I know? Because I have to go to school. After I got dressed, I walked to the bus stop to deal with even more stereotypes. “Hey Javontay, what did you have for dinner last night, Kool – Aid and fried chicken?” Everyone laughs, even me, but it still got to me. After getting off the bus, everyone gave me dirty looks. It was cold, the rain already starting to freeze over, the clouds as grey as the color itself. People thought it would be funny to step in the puddles and splash me. “Do you need to go back to the ghetto to get some dry clothes?” one kid snarled. My mood is almost as gloomy as this weather.

Finally, its lunchtime! Now I can block everyone out with some music. “What are you listening to, rap song about fried chicken?” A random guy chuckles while walking by, I was actually listening to country music. Maybe I can just go outside and enjoy my lunch. “I bet you have some watermelon and Kool – Aid don’t you?” One of the kids asked while smirking. I don’t even like watermelon. “Great, Seminar is in 15 minutes, hopefully Javontay has some Kool – Aid he can share.” Snickered the same guy that walked by earlier. Once again I laugh with him so people don’t realize how much their words get to me, and then I’ll look weak.
If only the stereotypes would just stop, last time I checked you’re supposed to enjoy school, not fear it, Right? Well, at least it’s time to go home. “Hey Javontay, how’s your chicken?” I try and pretend like I didn’t hear them, but I think he knows I heard him. After getting to my bus top I realized something. How? Because I now understood why everyone says these things to me. I’m nothing they say I am, I am my own person. As I walked home I felt like someone was watching me. “Hello?!” I ask while trembling. Before I could even blink two guys popped up behind me, getting closer and closer, this is when I know this wasn’t going to be good, so I ran home and they called out behind me “I thought you were supposed to run faster!” But soon enough I made it home, then I realized that life isn’t perfect, there will be problems but I have to look past it.

“Hey mom I’m going to the park.” As I grabbed my basketball and start to dribble down the sidewalk, with the basketball hoop in sight. This is where I go to be in my own world, this is how I relieve stress and so far it’s working. “You practicing for the school team? I don’t know why, your kind is good at every sport.” Yells a kid as he passes by on his bike, what’s that supposed to mean? My kind? The whole way home I thought about it to myself about what he meant when he said “My kind” But then I thought about something, I don’t have a kind we are all humans.