Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26487201-20150615190627

I don't know exactly why, but ever since I was a small kid, I could see people for who they truly are. White is good, and black is evil. I very rarely see whites but I very rarely see blacks too. Most people are usually a shade of grey, like my stepdad and little brother. My mother and older sister have always been close to white. Which makes sense for they are always devoting their time to helping out at homeless shelters. That all changed though when my big sister was found dead by the woods behind our backyard. The police said she had been asphyxiated and showed signs of rape. I will never forget my mother's cries when she found out. At the funeral, my sister laid there on her casket. The purest white i'd ever seen. I looked over to my little brother. He was only 4 and did not fully understand what was happening. Standing next to him was my step father. He was pitch black.

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