You see that girl. The one some people might say doesn't belong. That's what people think of me and my family. A black in a family of whites. It's weird when people refer to me as black though. There's a boy on my bus who will often make racial jokes, and then apologize to me, even though I took no offense. I consider myself white. As I have the same mannerisms as my family and I only thought it was just my skin that set me apart. Surroundings have a major impact on my life. I always wonder where I would be if this family hadn't taken me, and then I realize how grateful I was to be living in such a great community with a privileged school and loyal friends. I could have been a totally different person, but I like who I am.
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