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this story has nothing to do with mj but since nobody is writing stories about him right now i figured i'll share my story aka my baby. i've been working on this and it's been a long process this is only the first part so just let me know what you think. this story is basically about a girl living in a town divided by racism and how she meets this guy who is white and they fall in love. give me feed back. people have liked it so far so let me know wat you think about a story that isn't mj related. -ayanna!

To me life was exciting. I lived life on the edge taking risk every day. When someone said jump I didnâ??t even have to think I just did it. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen next excited me. I was a wild child about to take the biggest risk of my life. 
    To be or not to be that is the question! I donâ??t think I have a choice. I canâ??t hide it no matter how bad I want to sometimes. Iâ??m black, African American, a nigger to all of these white people. Itâ??s hard being me in this school. The only reason Iâ??m here is because my parents want me to get a better education. True we arenâ??t living in the time of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., where blacks were getting sprayed with hoses and bitten by dogs, but man does this town act like it. 
   I keep telling my parents that I wonâ??t be able to get an education when I have to hear the â??nâ? word as I walk up and down the halls. There is one hall I really hate though. I call it the hallway to hell. On that particular hall was the class that almost brought me to tears my first day. English! 
   The kids in this class seem to think they are so proper, like they are from up north somewhere. Everything I say is funny to them. Sometimes I just want to stand up and yell â??you all talk just like me. We all live in a small town in the country, get over it.â? Ms. Wilson, our teacher, doesnâ??t make it any better. She is always trying to correct me. She is so weird, maybe thatâ??s why sheâ??s not married. I just laugh to myself as I call her the unknown creature. Ha! I hate her.

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