(Prologue)
It was heading towards evening and there were seven of us left. We sat silently not to make a sound or we would get lashes from the headmistress. A few minutes later, we dwindled down to three of us. Eerily silent, the room is where children used to play. Just then, a family with a little girl about my age trailing behind them showed up. I heard them introduce themselves as the Winters' family. A little girl hobbled to the other children, then saw me crammed between a large bookshelf and the wall. We stare at each other, her brown eyes then sparkled and I gasped. Her parents come over and they smile at their daughter and me. The little girl takes my hand and ambles along towards the front door with me following behind her.
That was the first time I smiled in a long time.
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Dark Like Me
Teen FictionSirrah Keyarra Torielle Winters is adopted by a wealthy family at the tender age of five. It is a dream come true until her peers begin ridiculing her dark skin and her so-called family, set her further apart away from the only place she called home...
