I was surrounded by police officers and dogs. As I walked inside the school racial slurs was being shouted at me, while a mass amount of individuals tried to push and shove me. A single tear drop fell down my face and I heard mothers voice telling me to be strong. As we entered the classroom myself and two other girls was told that we had to sit in the back of the classroom. That day the truth was handed to me in a box and ripped it me apart. I told mother about the situation and once more she continued to tell to be strong and remember that we are the voice of the community. The two girls I entered the school with, Sarah, Leah and I became best of friends over the few months. The racial slurs or the disrespect never got any better. But we tried our best to cope with it. Our teacher Mr. Freeman A black man picked us to go on the board and solve the following equation using numbers. We got up to proceed to do as we were ambushed with hurtful word. “They aren’t smart”. “I bet they can’t even count to three yet along write”. I couldn’t take it anymore I ran out the class with hot tears falling down my eyes full of humiliation. As I approached an empty hallway I stopped and slid down on the